you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Oh? What's her name?" Ronin asks, curious about the would-be trainee within the Dragoons. No, of course the penny doesn't drop, that the woman with the hatchling that he'd wildly fucked trained within the Dragon's Nest not too long ago could be the same fucking person. More fool you, Taliesin. Watching as Lena packs away her notebook into her basket, the Star takes a sip of his wine and offers it out to share, if she'd like.
His eyebrows raise to hear her profession, and suddenly the interest in the sapling makes a lot more sense. "That sounds like a helluva job," he remarks, stepping back further and inviting her to sit with him on a nearby bench so they can watch the people mingle around the tree. "Is it just you, for that whole place?"
His eyebrows raise to hear her profession, and suddenly the interest in the sapling makes a lot more sense. "That sounds like a helluva job," he remarks, stepping back further and inviting her to sit with him on a nearby bench so they can watch the people mingle around the tree. "Is it just you, for that whole place?"
The huntsman
