the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin's smile is warm as he listens to Sunjata speak, the Huntsman resting his hands in his pockets even as the carnival music continues to parp and jangle overhead, the mirror maze beckoning them back inside (as if). "I think you're a great father already. And you'll keep being a great one as the twins grow up," he murmurs, and he means it, nudging his shoulder against Sunjata's affectionately.
"One day when we get a spare few minutes - and the world isn't on fire or doing... this..." - he gestures at the maze - "we ought to set them all up with a playdate."
But that will not be today, evidently. Stepping back from Sunjata and rolling his shoulders to let leathery dragon wings stretch out behind him, he flashes a smile to his friend. "Only if we can race," he says. And without further ado, he beats down on his wings to let himself propel into the sky, and they're off into the horizon.
~FIN
"One day when we get a spare few minutes - and the world isn't on fire or doing... this..." - he gestures at the maze - "we ought to set them all up with a playdate."
But that will not be today, evidently. Stepping back from Sunjata and rolling his shoulders to let leathery dragon wings stretch out behind him, he flashes a smile to his friend. "Only if we can race," he says. And without further ado, he beats down on his wings to let himself propel into the sky, and they're off into the horizon.
~FIN
