RONIN
Ronin hadn't long gotten back from his meeting with Roana in the Labyrinth, of all places. The hunter had taken off the light armour, the bow and the quiver of arrows, had collected his daughter from the little house in the woods where Vervain lived, and had just put her down for a nap. Sugar was similarly dozing, Ronin wrinkling his nose affectionately at the dragonling and wondering if she would always keep to Aoife's sleep schedule.
Either way, it meant that the guildmaster had time to burn, and to think - and with the guildhall empty for now, he stoked up the fire and sank down to sit in front of it, warming his fingertips. Every time his mind tried to drift to where Remi was and what he was up to, he forced his mind elsewhere. It wouldn't do to turn it over again and again until he knew for sure what the outcome would be.
Either way, it meant that the guildmaster had time to burn, and to think - and with the guildhall empty for now, he stoked up the fire and sank down to sit in front of it, warming his fingertips. Every time his mind tried to drift to where Remi was and what he was up to, he forced his mind elsewhere. It wouldn't do to turn it over again and again until he knew for sure what the outcome would be.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
