RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Sounds like a plan to me," Ronin murmurs, watching her work for a moment or two before his attention returns to his sketch. By the time Sera is all finished, the miniature version of her that's also making an easel is also complete, alive in his sketchbook in shades of grey. He glances up, having been lost in his muse, only to grin at the pun. "Oh, har har," he rumbles - not that he's got much in the way of stars right now. Still, Ronin puts his sketchbook away and moves to grab at one of his canvases, bringing it over to stand beside Sera.
Carefully, he sets the thing on the structure she's made, standing back to check that it's level and sturdy enough to paint on. A smile flashes across his face. "That looks perfect," he says. "Though I don't know why I ought to be surprised. Shall I christen it by making you something to hang in your workshop?"
Carefully, he sets the thing on the structure she's made, standing back to check that it's level and sturdy enough to paint on. A smile flashes across his face. "That looks perfect," he says. "Though I don't know why I ought to be surprised. Shall I christen it by making you something to hang in your workshop?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
