the things we hold are always the first to go
Whilst his daughter conducts her own explorations, Ronin pulls out a chair at one of the tables and sinks down into it, waving a hand to invite Amalia to do the same. A jug of cold, sweet wine sits in the middle of the table, and Ronin wastes no time in pouring himself some. "Can I tempt you?" he asked, smirking and nodding to his glass.
She spoke of being foolish, and Ronin had more than enough experience in knowing what that was like. He smirked and nodded in agreement. "Given that the enlistment was for males only, I imagine it will have some absurd repurcussion. Don't worry about it too much, though." Zariah probably had bigger fish to fry, like those who hadn't signed up at all.
Sipping at his wine, Ronin quietly shrugged his shoulders. "Zariah is a wildcard, she always has been. I've no doubt that she thinks she is doing what is right. By us and by her family. But it's... warped, to say the least." He glanced up at Amalia, guilt written plain on his face. "I'm sorry I walked out, the other day. I... I wasn't expecting the nomination, or for people to talk to candidly about something awful happening to my daughter."
She spoke of being foolish, and Ronin had more than enough experience in knowing what that was like. He smirked and nodded in agreement. "Given that the enlistment was for males only, I imagine it will have some absurd repurcussion. Don't worry about it too much, though." Zariah probably had bigger fish to fry, like those who hadn't signed up at all.
Sipping at his wine, Ronin quietly shrugged his shoulders. "Zariah is a wildcard, she always has been. I've no doubt that she thinks she is doing what is right. By us and by her family. But it's... warped, to say the least." He glanced up at Amalia, guilt written plain on his face. "I'm sorry I walked out, the other day. I... I wasn't expecting the nomination, or for people to talk to candidly about something awful happening to my daughter."
