RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Cian." Ronin gives only a small nod of greeting to the Eye as he sidles in through the doors to the meeting room and goes to take his seat. He doesn't notice the precise configuration of the chairs, but he does check to make sure little icons haven't been carved in the back of them to denote their titles. A good thing, really, because any chair with a tiny dragon carved on the back of it is going home with Ronin.
Speaking of dragons, Sugar is curled around his shoulders like a sassy, clawed scarf, and as Ronin takes his seat, he slips a couple of crackers out of his pocket. One for her, one for him. "I have a feeling I know what this might be about. But I'll do my best not to ruin the surprise." Not that this news is the kind you want someone to give while throwing confetti and yelling.
Speaking of dragons, Sugar is curled around his shoulders like a sassy, clawed scarf, and as Ronin takes his seat, he slips a couple of crackers out of his pocket. One for her, one for him. "I have a feeling I know what this might be about. But I'll do my best not to ruin the surprise." Not that this news is the kind you want someone to give while throwing confetti and yelling.
show me your darkness.
