everything has its wonders
Ronin knows the drill by now, so much so that it doesn't even feel like a drill. In fact, being at Stormbreak makes it easier to slip into the role, and he strolls through the Celestine towards the shrine, humming under his breath, his shirt open and celestial light pulsing out of his body. When he arrives he moves straight to the offerings left for Safrin and Vi, adding his own to the mix.
He's been practicing origami, has Ronin (does it have anything to do with the letter he plans to send back to Remi? Maybe), and the results of his efforts are here in an origami butterfly whose wings flap at the tug of a piece of paper nestled within. "It isn't nearly as beautiful as you are," he murmurs, assuming that Safrin will hear. "Neither are these gardens. But I thought a small something would add to it."
He's been practicing origami, has Ronin (does it have anything to do with the letter he plans to send back to Remi? Maybe), and the results of his efforts are here in an origami butterfly whose wings flap at the tug of a piece of paper nestled within. "It isn't nearly as beautiful as you are," he murmurs, assuming that Safrin will hear. "Neither are these gardens. But I thought a small something would add to it."
even darkness and silence
