RONIN
THE DARK STAR
Yes, husband? Ronin nearly purrs in response to Remi's voice in his head, busy scorching away dead branches and making sure the ashes and cinders don't cause any damage to the forest floor. Once he's done and sure that there is no further debris to clear, he flutters down where Sera and Remi are peering over the sketch. He leaves his partial shift in place, though some of the longest flight feathers do morph back into his hands.
"I love it," he agrees, all sunny smiles and ridiculously tight leather, before he's raising his eyebrows at the Lullaby by his side. "Yeah," he agrees. "Wood." And of course from there, he's already heading off into the woods, cloaked in crimson feathers and darkness and starlight. "How much wood will we need?" he wonders, already eyeing up some fallen logs.
"I love it," he agrees, all sunny smiles and ridiculously tight leather, before he's raising his eyebrows at the Lullaby by his side. "Yeah," he agrees. "Wood." And of course from there, he's already heading off into the woods, cloaked in crimson feathers and darkness and starlight. "How much wood will we need?" he wonders, already eyeing up some fallen logs.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
