we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin is training. Yeah. Okay, he really is training, it's just that it's been a helluva few days and he's taken a break to swig from a flask that definitely doesn't have water in it. Still, he's dressed the part, in a weighted training vest with his hands wrapped and sweat beading on his forehead, and as someone taps him on the shoulder he turns to glance down at them, an eyebrow raising to find a woman who doesn't at all look as though she belongs in the Dragon's Nest.
"Uh... hi," he begins, a bit distracted by the interruption and quickly shaking it off. Capping the flask and tucking it away, he arranges his expression into something more open and friendly, extending a hand for her to shake. "That's me, and that's right. Are you a new recruit...?" He eyes the dragon laced around her neck.
Speaking of which there's a distinctive trill from high above, and Sugar swoops into a spectacular dive to arrange herself around Ronin's shoulders, snapping her teeth at Sera in greeting. ("Greeting"). Ronin isn't the only one who has been training, and the white dragon has proven very adept at it.
"Uh... hi," he begins, a bit distracted by the interruption and quickly shaking it off. Capping the flask and tucking it away, he arranges his expression into something more open and friendly, extending a hand for her to shake. "That's me, and that's right. Are you a new recruit...?" He eyes the dragon laced around her neck.
Speaking of which there's a distinctive trill from high above, and Sugar swoops into a spectacular dive to arrange herself around Ronin's shoulders, snapping her teeth at Sera in greeting. ("Greeting"). Ronin isn't the only one who has been training, and the white dragon has proven very adept at it.
the dark star
