and on to the glory at my right hand
"And I love you," Ronin says softly, returning a whisper of a smile and waiting until his husband - strong and ominous but somehow reminding the Huntsman of a ball of feathers all the same - lifts off into the sky before following. He soars in Remi's wake, simultaneously letting the other man take the lead in his own catharsis but also ensuring that there's a buffer should the Lullaby's instincts suddenly urge him to turn back.
It's bitter and breathless up against the blanket of clouds, but Ronin feels a cold sweat forming down his back nonetheless from the workout his wings are getting. If only there were a blizzard he rumbles through the Attuned bond, sounding faintly amused. That might give us a real challenge. Below them, he can just about spot the glimmer of a herd of luxere, though their antlers will drop any day now. He knows this intimately, and the less said about his nubs situation, the better.
Do you want to hunt?
It's bitter and breathless up against the blanket of clouds, but Ronin feels a cold sweat forming down his back nonetheless from the workout his wings are getting. If only there were a blizzard he rumbles through the Attuned bond, sounding faintly amused. That might give us a real challenge. Below them, he can just about spot the glimmer of a herd of luxere, though their antlers will drop any day now. He knows this intimately, and the less said about his nubs situation, the better.
Do you want to hunt?
ronin
