RONIN
"In this form? Absolutely not," Ronin says, his grin just as amused as the pulse of emotion from his husband, and he contents himself with the hawk in his lap and the smell of cooking bacon and eggs. "Mm, I never did either," he admits. "But to see it like that... I don't know if a haunted place can get more haunted, but Whitebrim manages it." And he won't be going back there if he can help it.
With one hand continuing to offer strips of raw meat and the other whispering through ruffled feathers, Ronin might well fall asleep himself were it not for the promise of food. "Jata is doing really well," he admits, sounding a touch surprised about it without meaning to. "I haven't seen him so carefree before, I don't think. I suppose not having to worry about being governor has given him time to focus."
Reaching out to accept his own plate of breakfast when his projection brings it, Ronin (naturally) tries to use the bacon as a substitute for bread in an egg sandwich. "Enough about my trip, though. How are you holding up?"
With one hand continuing to offer strips of raw meat and the other whispering through ruffled feathers, Ronin might well fall asleep himself were it not for the promise of food. "Jata is doing really well," he admits, sounding a touch surprised about it without meaning to. "I haven't seen him so carefree before, I don't think. I suppose not having to worry about being governor has given him time to focus."
Reaching out to accept his own plate of breakfast when his projection brings it, Ronin (naturally) tries to use the bacon as a substitute for bread in an egg sandwich. "Enough about my trip, though. How are you holding up?"
a star in someone else's sky
