RONIN
THE DARK STAR
Ronin lets a smile spread across his face at Sera's compliments, and as she comes to lean against the back of his seat it's a surprisingly comfortable positon for them to be in. They might have been friends for years, to anyone looking in at them. "I hope she is proud - but I'm glad that you like it as well," he says with a cheeky grin over his shoulder. "It should be fine to hang now, as long as we are careful. No giving her kisses until you've waited for at least 24 hours."
Waggling his finger at her, Ronin rises to his feet and waits for Sera to appraise the workshop for the perfect place to hang the Safrin tribute. And once she's chosen it, Ronin is even kind enough to offer to hammer a nail into the wall for the Artificer (as if she's not Stormbreak's chief architect, yes). Soon enough the lady of the stars in all her glory is dazzling out at them, and whether or not he has his abilities still, Ronin does feel a little lighter.
~FIN
Waggling his finger at her, Ronin rises to his feet and waits for Sera to appraise the workshop for the perfect place to hang the Safrin tribute. And once she's chosen it, Ronin is even kind enough to offer to hammer a nail into the wall for the Artificer (as if she's not Stormbreak's chief architect, yes). Soon enough the lady of the stars in all her glory is dazzling out at them, and whether or not he has his abilities still, Ronin does feel a little lighter.
~FIN
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
