R O N I N
"Thank you - maybe I just might." Ronin grinned across at
"That's a good idea," he remarked, slowing his steps only as they arrived at what looked like a good spot to chop down some trees for support beams for the perch. "Do you have any paints, though? I haven't seen much in the way of things like that, other than charcoal." But then some of the lanterns at the festival had been very colourful, so perhaps Ronin hadn't been looking in the right places.
He motioned for her to slow with the pony, approaching a cluster of the slender trees and hoisting the axe over his shoulder. He began to strike at the first one, a small frown of concentration on his face, though he still caught her wince as she moved. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
