there is always hope
There was very little reason for Ronin to be at Apopo. He certainly wasn't looking for Torchline's governor, and he had no intention of getting anywhere near that townhouse. But it was the first time he had seen or even heard that there might be a volcano nearby, and his feet took him there one lazy afternoon of their own accord. The mountain was nothing like the magma-spewing crater he had imagined, of course, and his bare feet picked their way around scrub and volcanic rock while he searched for lava with increasing disappointment.
The view, at least, was wonderful, and as he finally turned to sink down on a large, flat rock, the glittering expanse of Torchline in the distance was truly something to savour. So savour it he did, Ronin leaning back on his hands and watching the sun glitter off the waves, the lush greenery of the shoreline, Haulani bustling in the distance.
The view, at least, was wonderful, and as he finally turned to sink down on a large, flat rock, the glittering expanse of Torchline in the distance was truly something to savour. So savour it he did, Ronin leaning back on his hands and watching the sun glitter off the waves, the lush greenery of the shoreline, Haulani bustling in the distance.
