RONIN
Ronin raised an eyebrow at her blunt question, unable to stop the laugh that came bubbling up in his chest. "Important?" he echoed. "I wouldn't say any more important than anyone else!" Ah, but humility, he was learning, didn't necessarily make it true. "I fought the Spire monster back at the beginning of Flowerbirth. You might have heard my name around about then," he supplied for her; never mind that the reason she'd have heard his name was because he was dead.
Flashing a grin across at Beatrix, he shook his head. "Not this dragon," he told her, as if it were some huge secret. "This one freezes stuff." Winking, he sat back to let her examine his workmanship. And the hmmmm that escaped his lips suggested that she thought he was absolutely right, Ronin getting up and itching at the stubble on his chin. "I have an idea," he said, marching away to the bar and having a few quiet words.
When he returned, it was with a clean rag and a ball of string. "If we set the cloth inside the basket, the sun won't be able to escape," he said. "And the string will hold it all together."
Flashing a grin across at Beatrix, he shook his head. "Not this dragon," he told her, as if it were some huge secret. "This one freezes stuff." Winking, he sat back to let her examine his workmanship. And the hmmmm that escaped his lips suggested that she thought he was absolutely right, Ronin getting up and itching at the stubble on his chin. "I have an idea," he said, marching away to the bar and having a few quiet words.
When he returned, it was with a clean rag and a ball of string. "If we set the cloth inside the basket, the sun won't be able to escape," he said. "And the string will hold it all together."
