everything has its wonders
And a warm welcome it's been indeed. Ronin has underestimated the power of the Torchline weather, especially at Longheat, and the Supernova is moving along the promenade at what is best described as a stroll. He's paused to help haul a few crates of cargo onto a ship - he can hardly say no when there are two of him, plus a nimbus - and paused again to talk shop (i.e. Safrin) with a couple of merchants who haven't seen him since he'd hidden himself away.
It's only Sugar coiled about his neck that makes the heat bearable, and as a familiar voice calls out from the depths, Ronin can't decide whether he's imagining it or not, or whether he cares. Perhaps if he takes a dip beneath the waves he'll cool off a bit? Approaching - and luckily spying Hadama before plunging into the ocean - he finds himself at the edge of the dock, shading his eyes against the sun and smiling down at the Mer.
"Long time no see," he calls to Hadama. "How have you been?"
It's only Sugar coiled about his neck that makes the heat bearable, and as a familiar voice calls out from the depths, Ronin can't decide whether he's imagining it or not, or whether he cares. Perhaps if he takes a dip beneath the waves he'll cool off a bit? Approaching - and luckily spying Hadama before plunging into the ocean - he finds himself at the edge of the dock, shading his eyes against the sun and smiling down at the Mer.
"Long time no see," he calls to Hadama. "How have you been?"
even darkness and silence
