Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
It was only as Ronin got close enough to make out the features of his fellow sand-bar visitor that he recognised (vaguely, like it was from another life) the man as one of the Ascended from the Temple. His lips parted that he might call out... what, exactly? A greeting? An apology? But before he got the chance the stranger was up and backing away, and Ronin was not so used to the fear on people's faces as he might have liked to believe. A further, tentative step forward resulted in what the hunter could only liken to one of his starbolts being shot in his direction.
Flinching back automatically, a hand reached up to try and cover his eyes against the wicked light, but it did little for the noise. Starlight flickered from him in fractured waves, though the emotions that caused them were unclear. Still, when he blinked and the spots finally started to clear from his eyes, the man was already in the water.
What had he expected? That the whole world would welcome him back with open arms by his virtue of his being Ronin Taliesin? That his actions would not have consequences?
"I'm sorry," he called out into the waves; sorry for frightening the Ascended, sorry for destroying the Temple. Sorry for it all.
Flinching back automatically, a hand reached up to try and cover his eyes against the wicked light, but it did little for the noise. Starlight flickered from him in fractured waves, though the emotions that caused them were unclear. Still, when he blinked and the spots finally started to clear from his eyes, the man was already in the water.
What had he expected? That the whole world would welcome him back with open arms by his virtue of his being Ronin Taliesin? That his actions would not have consequences?
"I'm sorry," he called out into the waves; sorry for frightening the Ascended, sorry for destroying the Temple. Sorry for it all.
