we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"And yet here you are. Walking through the Celestine for the hundredth billionth time, knowing full well what to expect." Ronin sniffs haughtily behind his scarf, though the twinkle in his eyes as she nudges his shoulder tells that he takes absolutely no offence at being called nervous - and he definitely appreciates her willingness to keep it to herself. "I'll let her know," he assures her, before understanding dawns and he nods to Tobi apologetically. "Of course. Well, if you ever need a dragon to keep your office cool, you know I have one available."
Ronin straightens up, preening under the compliment no matter how sarcastic his companion might be, and he watches the dragon within the enclosure with rapt curiosity. He's listening like a kid being told an impressive fairytale as Tobi walks him through the different types of dragons, blinking only when she mentions the Cordillera. "Deadly, huh. Maybe someone should go up there and research one day. Y'know, when the impending war is over, and all that."
Ronin straightens up, preening under the compliment no matter how sarcastic his companion might be, and he watches the dragon within the enclosure with rapt curiosity. He's listening like a kid being told an impressive fairytale as Tobi walks him through the different types of dragons, blinking only when she mentions the Cordillera. "Deadly, huh. Maybe someone should go up there and research one day. Y'know, when the impending war is over, and all that."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
