you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Snow has begun to fall from skies that feel like they've been grey for days. Cold ciders have been replaced by mulled wines throughout the Pacifist Plaza, and Ronin has just gotten himself a mug of such when he comes across a crowd gathered around a... tree. A tree that doesn't seem to have been there yesterday. Figuring that someone from the Order must have plopped it there, the Star draws a bit closer.
The sapling isn't very big at all, making Ronin think that if it was the Order, they've not done a great job. But then someone brushes past it and it goes ahead and wiggles... like it's been tickled or something, and his brow furrows. "Okay," he says. Everyone else is responding like it's cute, or not completely weird. So that's what Ronin is going to do too, he supposes.
The sapling isn't very big at all, making Ronin think that if it was the Order, they've not done a great job. But then someone brushes past it and it goes ahead and wiggles... like it's been tickled or something, and his brow furrows. "Okay," he says. Everyone else is responding like it's cute, or not completely weird. So that's what Ronin is going to do too, he supposes.
The huntsman
