a single spark

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin blinked to adjust his eyes as Safrin plucked the ring from his grasp and extinguished its glow, the shrine illuminated now only by the glow stones and the goddess's own cosmic presence. He found he very much didn't mind, though a smile touched to his lips at the starlight that blazed around them merely because she willed it. Distantly he thought he could probably lose himself in it for days, and a tiny part of him shouted caution, because there was every chance he might never find himself again. Snapping back to attention as Safrin began to spin the light ring in a dizzying dance, Ronin listened carefully to her request and turned over the details in his mind for a few minutes. Concentration drew his eyebrows together in a careful frown; he was not the type to blindly promise unless he was at least reasonably certain of the outcome. Eventually he nodded. "Yes," he said. "I can do that for you. Thank you - again - for answering me. I hope I didn't inconvenience you."