RONIN
THE DARK STAR
Ronin is not accustomed to the mouse (and other) eating antics of the two Attuned nearby, and so he merely offers a polite smile while internally cringing at the idea. Anyway. "Perhaps we could come back here and have a cookout," he suggests, carefully trying to scoop out the smaller fish and freeing it back into the Drop where it lands with a splash.
"Alright, I think that was the last bucket," he says, glancing around at the water they've collected. "So between all of us that makes three. I think that should be enough, right?" Rising to his feet, Ronin carefully hangs the handles of the buckets over the sturdy branch he's brought, then hefts it up and onto his shoulders to carry. "Do you want to walk back with me? We can put these at the government treehouse."
"Alright, I think that was the last bucket," he says, glancing around at the water they've collected. "So between all of us that makes three. I think that should be enough, right?" Rising to his feet, Ronin carefully hangs the handles of the buckets over the sturdy branch he's brought, then hefts it up and onto his shoulders to carry. "Do you want to walk back with me? We can put these at the government treehouse."
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
