RONIN
It's done. The shrine is clear and the candles are lit and the offerings have been given - all but one, anyway, but Ronin's is right here. As the stars begin to peek out, the Huntsman remains on the opposite side of the stone altar to Sunjata, staring deeply into the pinprick candle flames.
Crimson feathers blanket his shoulders and trickle down his spine, cladding him in tight leather decorated with constellations as a result. He wouldn't come to a shrine for Safrin looking anything less than his best, after all.
Not looking at Jata, instead Ronin directs his gaze to the stars. "If you would grace us with your presence, Lady Safrin, I have brought Sunjata to explain to you in person why he has chosen to step away from your light." Clearly, he is pulling no punches tonight.
Crimson feathers blanket his shoulders and trickle down his spine, cladding him in tight leather decorated with constellations as a result. He wouldn't come to a shrine for Safrin looking anything less than his best, after all.
Not looking at Jata, instead Ronin directs his gaze to the stars. "If you would grace us with your presence, Lady Safrin, I have brought Sunjata to explain to you in person why he has chosen to step away from your light." Clearly, he is pulling no punches tonight.
one more wish for you
