RONIN
the darkstar
"Well, you know how rumours tend to spread," Ronin remarks quietly, smiling to himself beneath his scarf. "If only someone were capable of creating ghostly looking manticores too, mm?" He draws up close to the shrine with his snowdrops, wrinkling his nose but otherwise not commenting on Remi's remark. The alchemist isn't the only one who needs a quiet season - especially a quiet Longnight - and the Huntsman will reap what he sows when the sun comes back out.
"Hmm...? Oh - sure." He smiles, already having dropped to his knee to clear the snow and try to find the earth beneath. "Did you not bring an offering...?" he asks, his curiosity no less for the muffled tone of his voice. Removing one of his gloves, Ronin shakes his hand out and lets claws replace his fingers so he can try to dig into the cold dirt.
"Hmm...? Oh - sure." He smiles, already having dropped to his knee to clear the snow and try to find the earth beneath. "Did you not bring an offering...?" he asks, his curiosity no less for the muffled tone of his voice. Removing one of his gloves, Ronin shakes his hand out and lets claws replace his fingers so he can try to dig into the cold dirt.
