you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
Maybe I'll come and visit the Citadel one of these days, Ronin had said to Deimos - or words to that effect, probably. Maybe we can even get a drink at the Kraai and catch up properly. You know, when the Warden wasn't in the shape of a hellhound and Ronin wasn't holding a lifeless ningo by the neck.
He hasn't so much as caught the skyship as he has caught up to it; he might have flown right into the Citadel on the wing, but this felt more like he was a real visitor, somehow. Maybe even a tourist.
A tourist who, upon leaving the port and entering the streets for the first time in over a year, is accosted - in the face - by a rogue snowball. "Tal? Gods, it has been-- oof--" Staggering back, because who cares about your stats when someone has just beaned you with a snowball, Ronin is trying to swat snow out of his mouth and the collar of his coat while Sugar (who had been perched on his shoulders until now) takes to the air.
"And here I thought the war was over," the Huntsman complains, though his smile is audible in his voice, and he scoops up a clumsy handful of snow to lob back at Tal. In the meantime, Sugar tries to blast him with a breath of ice, and there's no telling how playful she's being.
He hasn't so much as caught the skyship as he has caught up to it; he might have flown right into the Citadel on the wing, but this felt more like he was a real visitor, somehow. Maybe even a tourist.
A tourist who, upon leaving the port and entering the streets for the first time in over a year, is accosted - in the face - by a rogue snowball. "Tal? Gods, it has been-- oof--" Staggering back, because who cares about your stats when someone has just beaned you with a snowball, Ronin is trying to swat snow out of his mouth and the collar of his coat while Sugar (who had been perched on his shoulders until now) takes to the air.
"And here I thought the war was over," the Huntsman complains, though his smile is audible in his voice, and he scoops up a clumsy handful of snow to lob back at Tal. In the meantime, Sugar tries to blast him with a breath of ice, and there's no telling how playful she's being.
RONIN
