RONIN
"Gross," Ronin says cheerfully, slipping his arm around Remi in turn so he can lead them away and out of the side street. He knows Stormbreak well enough by now, at least, to know the quickest way back to the Pacifist Plaza, and so they stroll through the snow until they reach a set of steps, until the silk fluttering from the windows disappears and the world becomes a little more placid again.
"Your feathers and some spare scraps of leather from my armour?" he suggests with a grin. "I think that would look beautiful on the sapling." He nods across the plaza, where the sapling has grown at least twice as large as when Ronin saw it last. Around them they stand, now, in a bustling marketplace, and whilst he imagines food will be the last thing on Remi's mind now, the trinkets might interest him.
"Shall we head back to the barracks? Or do you want to keep looking around?"
"Your feathers and some spare scraps of leather from my armour?" he suggests with a grin. "I think that would look beautiful on the sapling." He nods across the plaza, where the sapling has grown at least twice as large as when Ronin saw it last. Around them they stand, now, in a bustling marketplace, and whilst he imagines food will be the last thing on Remi's mind now, the trinkets might interest him.
"Shall we head back to the barracks? Or do you want to keep looking around?"
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