RONIN
Ronin couldn't help it - he burst into musical laughter at her bluntness, the ex-captain nodding amicably and reaching forward to help her with the rest of the criss-crossing reeds. "Yes, I am the one who blew up," he confirmed, Sugar snuffling into his ear grumpily as if to request that he didn't speak about that period of time in their partnership - namely, the time she'd spent without him. His smile fading a little, he shrugged to Beatrix. "But now I'm back. And here to help you make this basket."
Her awe at Sugar had the baby dragon stirring around Ronin's shoulders, nosing the air as if to try to get her measure of the girl. "Well, you never know what might happen. There might be even more types of dragon, just waiting for someone like you to come along and find them."
But there was more work to be done before they could explore that further. With the frame finished, Ronin pressed the cloth into it so it would mould to shape, before using a small pocket knife to poke a few holes for the string to thread through. "I think," he said, "this might just work!"
Her awe at Sugar had the baby dragon stirring around Ronin's shoulders, nosing the air as if to try to get her measure of the girl. "Well, you never know what might happen. There might be even more types of dragon, just waiting for someone like you to come along and find them."
But there was more work to be done before they could explore that further. With the frame finished, Ronin pressed the cloth into it so it would mould to shape, before using a small pocket knife to poke a few holes for the string to thread through. "I think," he said, "this might just work!"
