we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Go away, horse."
Ronin is, as they say in the business, Really Fucking Hungover. And the clip-clop of Sunjata's hooves on the sand might be muted, but it's still a drumbeat in his head that he doesn't appreciate in the slightest. And then, y'know, he goes and kicks the door shut. Story of his fucking life right now.
The Star has been trying to sleep off the stupid amount of alcohol he's been drinking, tucked away between two crates. It will be fairly obvious where he is, though, because his booted feet are sticking out. The place reeks of stale booze, and when Ronin peeps his head out from above the crates, he couldn't look worse. Surrounded by crumpled letters from Remi, with a bed head that looks more bedraggled than roguish and squinting even in the dim lamplight, he's not sure what to make of the pegasus.
"Oh gods, it's you."
Ronin is, as they say in the business, Really Fucking Hungover. And the clip-clop of Sunjata's hooves on the sand might be muted, but it's still a drumbeat in his head that he doesn't appreciate in the slightest. And then, y'know, he goes and kicks the door shut. Story of his fucking life right now.
The Star has been trying to sleep off the stupid amount of alcohol he's been drinking, tucked away between two crates. It will be fairly obvious where he is, though, because his booted feet are sticking out. The place reeks of stale booze, and when Ronin peeps his head out from above the crates, he couldn't look worse. Surrounded by crumpled letters from Remi, with a bed head that looks more bedraggled than roguish and squinting even in the dim lamplight, he's not sure what to make of the pegasus.
"Oh gods, it's you."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
