R O N I N
For something that had been floating in the depths of the Oasis for goodness knew how long and encased, it seemed, in ice, the egg was surprisingly warm in Ronin’s hands. He arched an eyebrow, flicking his eyes towards the dream fish giving him such a wide stare, and he blinked as it flicked its tail and swam away again into the dark waters. ”Sorry,” he murmured, unsure what he had done to offend it when he had rescued (or simply removed) the intrusion from their home. It was as he was wading back towards the shore, already shivering with his breath misting the air before him, that he felt the thing move.
The abrupt life that seemed to reside within it startled the guildmaster to say the least, and he had to fight not to drop the egg; luckily, he ended up cradling it closer against him, climbing out of the water with teeth chattering and fingers numb. ”What are you?” he muttered under his breath, staring down at the egg and whatever was trying to stretch and wriggle within it. Some kind of sea serpent?
