RONIN
Getting four feet down a lighthouse was... ambitious to say the least. Ronin was unsure how he had managed it, in fact, and tottered out onto the cliffside like a fawn rather than the majestic stag he had apparently become. The stars twinkled and the waves rippled against the shore, and his way was softly illuminated by the light of his antlers.
The going was slow, at first. Trying to coordinate as a luxere was a lot different to anything Ronin had ever tried to achieve before, and it took a long stretch of beach before he finally realised how to walk. And then run.
And then prance.
And oh, he was in full prance-mode by the time he arrived back at the wagon he shared with Remi, blood high with a renewed energy, antler's fiercely aglow.
Remi! he called, only aware of the way he might speak because of the ring on his finger. Remi, come see! You will not believe this.
The going was slow, at first. Trying to coordinate as a luxere was a lot different to anything Ronin had ever tried to achieve before, and it took a long stretch of beach before he finally realised how to walk. And then run.
And then prance.
And oh, he was in full prance-mode by the time he arrived back at the wagon he shared with Remi, blood high with a renewed energy, antler's fiercely aglow.
Remi! he called, only aware of the way he might speak because of the ring on his finger. Remi, come see! You will not believe this.
