RONIN
It was early in the morning and Flowerbirth had brought what Ronin assumed was a monsoon to the Settlement. Aoife's lullaby the previous evening had been the hush of the rain, and it had not let up yet. It also proved to make Ronin reluctant to leave the comfort and warmth of bed, but at a pulse of concern from Sugar, he knew it was time to check on Aoife in the other room. She was starting to stir, and if someone didn't get in their soon there would be howling guaranteed.
And no one, not Ronin, not Remi, and not his daughter, needed that in the morning. "I got it..." The guildmaster mumbled to no one in particular, rolling over in bed but not actually getting up. Not... really, at least.
Because Ronin did get out of bed, at the same time as he didn't - an ethereal, celestial version of him did anyway, pulsing softly with stars and moving with ease through the closed door and walls and other objects in the way. In Ronin's mind he was up and moving, arriving at Aoife's door to coo in at his daughter, making sure she was alright until she fell back asleep. "Mm.. she's fine," he mumbled from the bed.
And no one, not Ronin, not Remi, and not his daughter, needed that in the morning. "I got it..." The guildmaster mumbled to no one in particular, rolling over in bed but not actually getting up. Not... really, at least.
Because Ronin did get out of bed, at the same time as he didn't - an ethereal, celestial version of him did anyway, pulsing softly with stars and moving with ease through the closed door and walls and other objects in the way. In Ronin's mind he was up and moving, arriving at Aoife's door to coo in at his daughter, making sure she was alright until she fell back asleep. "Mm.. she's fine," he mumbled from the bed.
a star in someone else's sky
