sail on new beginnings

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving At this time the guildhall was abuzz with low voices and laughter; drinking and coming and going. Ronin was still getting used to that, to seeing his quiet home transform by midday into a public place. Still, though - it didn't make it any less his home. He heard the familiar trill of a voice and headed for the entrance to greet Melita. Upon his shoulders a white dragonet shrieked a greeting and flapped her wings - and attached to Ronin's fingers, her chubby little fists gripping her father tightly, Aoife plodded around on feet not yet strong or balanced enough to walk alone. Leading Ronin around though - she could manage that. "Join us?" Ronin gazed up, grinning at Melita. "What a fine idea! You can start with this monster, if you like." He scooped up a squirming Aoife, who let out a cry of outrage at the ending of the game.