long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin is taking advantage of the dry Leafchange weather to build up the campfire on the banks of the Stonesong. And as the sun dips low beyond the horizon, their little houseboat is set merrily aglow by the dancing flames, and the scent of cooking meat and vegetables drifts through the air. The source comes from the pot that is bubbling over the fire, a hearty stew that Ronin has been doing his best not to taste-test too much. He's just finished stirring it, stepping back to smile up at the stars that are beginning to show their faces to the night. From the top of the houseboat, too, Sugar is coiled and watching the forest for any movement, be it the approach of Remi (which means dinner) or the approach of a stranger or creature (which means... dinner). "Watching won't make the time go by any quicker!" Ronin chuckles to her, to which the pale reptile offers him an indignant snort for his trouble.