I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
That does leave Ronin speechless, the realisation that... no, no he doesn't need her permission. Inhaling as if about to offer something more, Safrin speaks and the Star glances over his shoulder instead, tilting his head at the feather pendant. "Thank you, Safrin," he murmurs, reaching out to carefully handle it, slipping it around his neck and shivering at the feel of it flush against his skin.
"You know, this place reminds me of the Glade where I first saw you," he admits, turning to gaze out along the treeline. "Do you remember? I feel like I was so young then, compared to now..." The light within him softens, but doesn't grow any less bright. Turning back to Safrin, Ronin does his best not to overstep in his approach, halting a few feet before the branch she is seated upon.
"How do you do it?" he wonders. "How do you keep these stars shining, and still find the time to meet with mortals who call on you?"
"You know, this place reminds me of the Glade where I first saw you," he admits, turning to gaze out along the treeline. "Do you remember? I feel like I was so young then, compared to now..." The light within him softens, but doesn't grow any less bright. Turning back to Safrin, Ronin does his best not to overstep in his approach, halting a few feet before the branch she is seated upon.
"How do you do it?" he wonders. "How do you keep these stars shining, and still find the time to meet with mortals who call on you?"
RONIN
