RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Well I would never want to offend you, madam," Ronin drawls, carefully moving easel and canvas to an area where he won't risk splashing any of Seraphina's other projects with paint. His sketchbook is included in that protected group, and so he moves it out of the way as well, before getting his paints set up. "What are you working on right now?" he asks curiously, even if his eyes are all for the canvas. He begins with cosmic blues and deep black - a bold choice, given the richness of the colours, but Ronin doesn't seem to be worried.
Indeed, there's already a streak of paint on his cheek as he brings the background to life, flicking dots of white at it for stars before too long. Then he needs to let it dry, the Star stepping back to arrange a new colour palette. If Seraphina hasn't guessed by now, the piece of art for her workshop will be Safrin based.
Indeed, there's already a streak of paint on his cheek as he brings the background to life, flicking dots of white at it for stars before too long. Then he needs to let it dry, the Star stepping back to arrange a new colour palette. If Seraphina hasn't guessed by now, the piece of art for her workshop will be Safrin based.
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
