RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Two days after his letters to the demigods, Ronin arrives as planned at one of the large meeting rooms in the Tower. The place still feels subdued, even with the windows thrown open and a sweet Longheat breeze blowing through. Since Cian's demise the place feels like a clock that needs to be wound; it's slowing down, little by little, and if they don't push through it, things might stop entirely.
Ronin stands leaning back against the large table in the room, fully aware that the last meeting they had like this had ended with him literally flipping such a table. Perhaps things won't be quite so dramatic this time. (Really, though, who are they kidding?). Blowing out a sigh through pursed lips, not for the first time, his blue eyes flick to the doorway, both eager to begin and also hesitant to start.
This is a Mini Event for the Old God demigods to discuss the Draig Cordillera, the Ascended managing to get hold of Cian's Knowt Book, and anything else of importance!
Ronin stands leaning back against the large table in the room, fully aware that the last meeting they had like this had ended with him literally flipping such a table. Perhaps things won't be quite so dramatic this time. (Really, though, who are they kidding?). Blowing out a sigh through pursed lips, not for the first time, his blue eyes flick to the doorway, both eager to begin and also hesitant to start.
This is a Mini Event for the Old God demigods to discuss the Draig Cordillera, the Ascended managing to get hold of Cian's Knowt Book, and anything else of importance!
show me your darkness.
