[SE][OPEN] Painting Stars

"In fairness, in a place as boisterous as this, who needs inside voices really?" Besides himself and Vervain, he didn't know of many wandering around with very young children anyway. The trio of boys had little chance of disturbing too much peace. Arching an eyebrow at the one painting that seemed slightly different to the others, Ronin tilted his head to Rhett. "Is that how you see the stars?" he asked the boy, before glancing back at Roana. His cheeks flushed a little at her question, and he shrugged. "Vanya," he said simply. "We had lifetimes together up there, in the stars. You wouldn't think I'd have any right to miss her after that, but here we are." Gently, he pressed a kiss to Aoife's mop of curls. His voice, combined with that of relative strangers, had the girl stirring a bit, blinking open eyes as starlit as the paintings that covered the temple floor. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.