birthday wishes

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Amalia was right - there was a celebration to be had. But Ronin didn’t feel very much like celebrating. He had taken himself away from the hustle and bustle with his daughter, the guildmaster uncharacteristically unsociable, and luckily Aoife hadn’t seemed to mind not being able to look, burble and grab at any passing stranger. (For now). That didn’t mean that the baker’s presence wasn’t infinitely welcomed by the child, Amalia greeted by a broad grin and a coo of welcome as she kneeled down on the furs. Ronin managed a quiet smile, having watched her enter the room, cake and good intentions and all, and nodded softly to intone that it was alright. ”I didn’t realise that you were born during LongNight as well,” he said, ruffling a hand through his unruly hair. He was exhausted, in truth, by this. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was blood. Every time his mind wandered it returned to Vanya’s face, pale and wan as her life drained away.