[RE] Strike up the band

please just don't forget me Oh well fuck this. Ronin had been jogging the Outskirts, as he did most mornings these days (and wouldn't Roana be proud that he could get almost all the way around now without taking a break!) when the flinthopper's song reached his ears. It was serene, beautiful almost, but in its wake followed the acrid stench of smoke. That was what caught Ronin's attention in the end, the guildmaster panting and ruffling a hand through his sweat darkened hair as he fell to a halt just within the Woodlands. He could see the flinthopper - holy shit what the hell was it even - but more than that, he saw fire. Hissing a breath through his teeth, Ronin straightened up and lifted his fingers to his lips. A shrill whistle pierced the air, at odds with the flinthopper's song, but the small, pale reptile which responded to it clearly found it perfectly in tune. Sugar screeched her reply, the young dragon not needing to come to Ronin to know his intention. She flew low, blasting at the flames with icy breath, and attempted to put them out.