RONIN
The walk up the hill to the shrine took longer than usual, a fact that Ronin couldn't deny and yet wouldn't admit to himself. He reached the half column of stones bathed in starlight, spending a few moments to stoke the little fire beneath, to get flames and warmth licking at the night air.
That done, he arranged his offering - a bottle of some of the best wine he thought that Remi had ever made (and if anyone deserved a fucking drink right now it was his goddess, he thought) and a fingerpainting that his daughter had made of the night sky. Above him the stars glittered, one in particular beaming down at him. Smiling weakly, Ronin and shifted to sit down before the fire, pulling one of his knees to his chest.
Behind him, the Hollowed Grounds sprawled sleepily away into the dark. Ronin squeezed his eyes shut, like the place would disappear if he imagined it hard enough.
That done, he arranged his offering - a bottle of some of the best wine he thought that Remi had ever made (and if anyone deserved a fucking drink right now it was his goddess, he thought) and a fingerpainting that his daughter had made of the night sky. Above him the stars glittered, one in particular beaming down at him. Smiling weakly, Ronin and shifted to sit down before the fire, pulling one of his knees to his chest.
Behind him, the Hollowed Grounds sprawled sleepily away into the dark. Ronin squeezed his eyes shut, like the place would disappear if he imagined it hard enough.
a star in someone else's sky
