there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
What's that old saying about loving something and letting it go? Ronin doesn't know if Safrin believes in that sort of thing (he has a sneaking suspicion that she does not), but whether or not it's been intended, for the past... almost two years, she has let him go. And Ronin doesn't take that for granted one bit. So it's with all the willingness of that once boyish hunter that he steps into the shallows, letting the water soak through his clothes as he wades his way towards his goddess.
"I forgot how beautiful it was out here," he remarks of Torchline, of the skies overhead, of the warmth of the water. "How beautiful you are," he adds; while it's true that they have seen each other once in the dream shared by all of her followers, even since then, the tension in Ronin's shoulders is gone and forgotten, and he goes to her willingly.
"I forgot how beautiful it was out here," he remarks of Torchline, of the skies overhead, of the warmth of the water. "How beautiful you are," he adds; while it's true that they have seen each other once in the dream shared by all of her followers, even since then, the tension in Ronin's shoulders is gone and forgotten, and he goes to her willingly.
RONIN
