we live in a world someone else imagined
"Pretty name, pretty face," Ronin murmurs, and it may or may not be a compliment; the lopsided smile on his face doesn't make it any clearer, either. Honestly, though, he doesn't think he's met an ugly person in the Order. "What does an Artificer do when she's at home?" he wonders, the title making little sense to him, telling him nothing about what Seraphina actually does.
Field work, though? The smile grows into a grin at that, Ronin tilting his head. "Planning to bash some heads where you're stationed, are you?" he wonders, reaching up to scritch Sugar under the chin and arching an eyebrow as another dragon teeters out to meet her. "A hatchling," Ronin observes; Sugar has noticed it as well, and she huffs an icy breath right back at Levi, as if to establish a pecking order of sorts.
"I can probably help you - depends on what you want to learn," he says.
Field work, though? The smile grows into a grin at that, Ronin tilting his head. "Planning to bash some heads where you're stationed, are you?" he wonders, reaching up to scritch Sugar under the chin and arching an eyebrow as another dragon teeters out to meet her. "A hatchling," Ronin observes; Sugar has noticed it as well, and she huffs an icy breath right back at Levi, as if to establish a pecking order of sorts.
"I can probably help you - depends on what you want to learn," he says.
the dark star
