RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin's feet are dragging and his shirt is also missing, tucked into the back of his pants (and catching all the sweat dripping down his back, ew). "Well, they do say that this place didn't used to be a desert like this, right?" he pants, and with an effort that causes the world to swim briefly before him, he conjures his projection to reach over and shield Remi's eyes as they walk. "Maybe this is an older shrine. Or maybe Mort put it out here as an apology for all the things that died."
Given the number of dead plants they've passed along the way, it would make sense, in fact. Still, this doesn't make the trip any more enjoyable. "I brought some chalk as an offering. I was going to sketch out a game of hopscotch for us to play. But do you think a vial of sweat will work instead?"
Given the number of dead plants they've passed along the way, it would make sense, in fact. Still, this doesn't make the trip any more enjoyable. "I brought some chalk as an offering. I was going to sketch out a game of hopscotch for us to play. But do you think a vial of sweat will work instead?"
