birthday wishes

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Aoife, ever wearing her little heart upon her sleeve, was a delight to entertain. Cackling happily at the furry and fluffy shifting in Amalia’s expression, she clapped her hands together and burbled delightedly at the baker. Undoubtedly whatever conversation was going on her side was riveting, and so it was a good thing that she was preoccupied by the suddenly fluffy tail; it prevented a tantrum as guildmaster and baker began to speak. ”Ah, I see. Well... happy birthday, Amalia.” Ronin’s smile was as bright as he could make it - because as unhappy as he was, there was still a life to celebrate for all the horrors of LongNight. She and his daughter were evidence of that. Brow furrowing as she brought up their last conversation - it had been in the labyrinth, if he remembered rightly - he could only guiltily shrug his shoulders. ”I am not lucky enough to forget,” he said, ”but you said nothing you need to be sorry about. I’m the one who should apologise. For when I was blighted, and for everything else... I know people were counting on me to rule with Wessex. But it just isn’t in me, after all that has happened.”