Roana’s brow furrowed as an unfamiliar woman spoke to her. She was trying to place her face to no avail. Alas, it was unnecessary. The woman introduced herself and that was enough to satisfy her curiosity. She tried to think…did she remember this? Slowly but surely the events of the previous afternoon came back to her. The spire. The terrifyingly powerful beast. She nodded, then looked at Ronin again. “Hey.” She said weakly as concern crossed her features. “How’s your arm? Did it burn off like your sleeve?” she asked. She was worried for her fellow soldier. “It was toxic.” You didn’t need to see the fang if you had been there to know some sort of poison was in its bite. She had seen exactly what it did to Ronin’s arm.
Then Phoebe arrived. Roana looked and saw her boys peering in from the doorway with wide glassy eyes. It was scary for kids that small to see their parents hurt – parents were invincible at that age. “It’s okay boys, momma is okay.” She said to them as assuringly as she could…but she was covered in her own blood, unable to sit up in bed. You could pull the wool over a child’s eyes sometimes, but some realities were impossible to hide. “Phoebe is really talented.” She told Isla, vouching for her sister in law’s abilities to help.
Ronin
Then Phoebe arrived. Roana looked and saw her boys peering in from the doorway with wide glassy eyes. It was scary for kids that small to see their parents hurt – parents were invincible at that age. “It’s okay boys, momma is okay.” She said to them as assuringly as she could…but she was covered in her own blood, unable to sit up in bed. You could pull the wool over a child’s eyes sometimes, but some realities were impossible to hide. “Phoebe is really talented.” She told Isla, vouching for her sister in law’s abilities to help.
Ronin
