RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The sudden downpour is not long away - and when it does come, it has Ronin laughing, in truth - because of course a Flowerbirth shower would interrupt their proceedings. He falls to a halt with the troop of Dragoons, letting the rain wash the sweat clear and soak through his clothes, when one of the soldiers approaches and introduces a potential new recruit. Blue eyes glancing down to Iris, Ronin raises an eyebrow and offers her a polite nod in greeting.
"You think so?" he says, following her gaze up to the rather striking stone dragon curled and posed atop the base, folding his arms across his chest. "How do you figure that?" With a small grin, he tilts his head. "True, none of our dragons are quite that big, but I reckon a bunch might be as fearsome. Mine's got much more bite than bark, put it that way." Letting his arms drop, he holds out his hand to shake.
"Ronin," he says. "What makes you want to join?"
"You think so?" he says, following her gaze up to the rather striking stone dragon curled and posed atop the base, folding his arms across his chest. "How do you figure that?" With a small grin, he tilts his head. "True, none of our dragons are quite that big, but I reckon a bunch might be as fearsome. Mine's got much more bite than bark, put it that way." Letting his arms drop, he holds out his hand to shake.
"Ronin," he says. "What makes you want to join?"
show me your darkness.
