Change of Guard

The former Captain had not rested in days. Not to say she had not slept - she had triplets, you slept when you could when the toddlers outnumbered you. But her dreams were filled with plans, her days filled with training and studying. There were the moments where impatience urged her to rush the Spire now. But then she would fail her mission. There were days when she missed her sons, knowing she was not being the mothet they deserved. Though for now, the boys were with their Auntie who spoiled them so she was pretty sure they were about as content as six year olds living on cookies could be. Roana paused in front of the double doors before stepping through, walking in with authority she couldn't really claim. A small, sad smile curved her lips. The place looked like a place Ronin would have pulled together. Homey. Warm. Completely lacking the military sharpness she would have gone with. She sighed a little as she continued in, her boots against the floor echoing through the hall. "Remi? Are you here?" she called. She had heard he was staying here, caring for Ronin's daughter. If anyone could assist her with what was needed in next steps, it was him. roana Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.