RONIN
Trust me,, Ronin has told Seraphina in his invitation into the Wildwood. I have just the thing that will develop your skills with the bow. And now that they're here, buried in trees that are alight with colours from the falling leaves, he flashes her a grin.
"Don't worry," he says for perhaps the third time along their trip. "Don't think about me. Think about your target. Think about how it moves."
And what is her target, pray tell?
Him, of course.
Shivering a bit, Ronin shifts into the proud stag he becomes at Leafchange, crowned in glowing antlers, pawing at the ground with his hooves. But then he's gone, prancing into the trees and fully expecting Sera to take shots at him. And to hit him, if she can.
"Don't worry," he says for perhaps the third time along their trip. "Don't think about me. Think about your target. Think about how it moves."
And what is her target, pray tell?
Him, of course.
Shivering a bit, Ronin shifts into the proud stag he becomes at Leafchange, crowned in glowing antlers, pawing at the ground with his hooves. But then he's gone, prancing into the trees and fully expecting Sera to take shots at him. And to hit him, if she can.
