everything has its wonders
"They are quite something," Ronin agrees with the slightest whisper, gazing up at the canopy of trees and starlight, but not seeming to see them at all. Nor does he seem to really be talking about the gardens, not as his eyes drop back to Safrin and a warm smile spreads across his face. There is much that has happened since the sickness, since the meeting of the gods, and Ronin finds it more simple to greet his goddess now than in a long time.
"Well, we didn't really get much of a chance to speak the last time we were together," he points out with a smirk; when Vi is breathing down your neck, you tend to not mess about and carry out private conversations. But now? They've got all night. "Thank you, for pointing me in the right direction. With the sickness." He smiles, stepping a touch closer, out of the light of the shrine with the butterfly fluttering all around him.
"Well, we didn't really get much of a chance to speak the last time we were together," he points out with a smirk; when Vi is breathing down your neck, you tend to not mess about and carry out private conversations. But now? They've got all night. "Thank you, for pointing me in the right direction. With the sickness." He smiles, stepping a touch closer, out of the light of the shrine with the butterfly fluttering all around him.
even darkness and silence
