Starfall

Kalt was right behind Ashetta when she leapt onto Percy and fucking ran. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened when she was enveloped by Mort, but he knew the price she had paid to bring Ronin back from the dead. Besides that, he was pretty prepared for her to make the mad dash, and by the gods, no fucking way he was going to miss this.    Not that he didn’t have faith in the gods to keep their word, but well, he didn’t. Not until he saw it with his own eyes. He had to blink a few times to actually register that Ronin was seriously actually really right there. He hadn’t had the chance for any kind of formal introductions with the man, but hey, reborn and naked was one way to say hello!    He dismounted from Kysma and watched Ashe throw herself at the man, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. She had her brother. Granted, he was naked and just spat out of the sky, but he couldn’t help the astonishment at the gods actually keeping the promise. He unfastened and shrugged off his tunic, leaving him in pants and his white undershirt, intending to loan the clothing to Ronin if Ashe's cloak wasn't sufficient.    Kysma nudged her rider’s shoulder, and Kalt whistled to grab the attention of the two in the newly formed pit. “She’s a weakling,” he teased Ashe with a breathed laugh. “Come on.” The assassin descended most of the way down the wall of the crater, his boots keeping his stance steady as he extended a - strangely bare - hand to the man, intending to help him to his feet if it was accepted. KALT Damned if you do; Bored if you don’t.