RONIN
Bathed in cool moonlight, Ronin Taliesin crouches at the edge of a large, craggy jut of stone, a breeze tousling his dark hair, blue eyes seeming near black against the inky waters of the Saltkiss. The plummet in temperature has been rejuvinating, and though he's enjoyed the Longheat, he isn't sad to see the back of it. Granted, the arrival of Leafchange brings its own challenges, but (for the time being, anyway) the Supernova's attention is consumed by his current task.
Fishing for sharks doesn't sound easy, granted, but given that these particular animals are the chatty sort, he's hopeful that if they wait long enough, they'll be able to pinpoint a school of them nearby. And if they need a little encouragement, he's sure that he and his husband will be able to provide it in the form of conversation. "You know, I never expected the Greatwood to end up like this." So saying, his remark carries across the rush of water towards Remi.
Fishing for sharks doesn't sound easy, granted, but given that these particular animals are the chatty sort, he's hopeful that if they wait long enough, they'll be able to pinpoint a school of them nearby. And if they need a little encouragement, he's sure that he and his husband will be able to provide it in the form of conversation. "You know, I never expected the Greatwood to end up like this." So saying, his remark carries across the rush of water towards Remi.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
