RONIN
There was a rare break in the clouds, and Ronin seized it. Pale light shone into the long grasses outside the cottage, their stalks sparkling with the recent rain. The Star stood among them, taking in the stillness of the morning, the golden breath of the sun. His boots were tightly laced, his jacket the only protection against any downpours, left open to bare his skin and scars to the world. And he was not alone.
Lifting his fingers to his lips, the Star let out a sharp whistle; the sound pierced the clouds and brought forth a shape winging her way down, a pale rider warmed by the sun at her back. Sugar dropped into a freefall and Ronin took the hunk of cake from his pocket - he would never get the crumbs out and he didn’t care.
Breaking off a piece, he tossed it up into the air for his dragon to snap up, her trill the only music he cared to hear this morning.
Lifting his fingers to his lips, the Star let out a sharp whistle; the sound pierced the clouds and brought forth a shape winging her way down, a pale rider warmed by the sun at her back. Sugar dropped into a freefall and Ronin took the hunk of cake from his pocket - he would never get the crumbs out and he didn’t care.
Breaking off a piece, he tossed it up into the air for his dragon to snap up, her trill the only music he cared to hear this morning.
one more wish for you
