hard rain

That this wasn't Ronin's doing (at least, that Ronin wasn't immediately aware that it was his doing) put Remi on the offensive as well. As the guildmaster lunged forward Remi did as well, smoothing shifting into a lion who only made it to the end of the bed before his target vanished. Looking uncertainly up at Ronin with tense golden eyes, the lion jumped neatly off of the bed and padded silently down the hall to Aoife's room. Muscles coiled, the lion peered into the morning's sleepy darkness, eyes trained on the dark patches in the corners of her room for any indication of that other presence. But there was nothing. Shifting back, Remi quietly closed her door, glancing back and forth down the hall as if expecting to see...footprints? stardust? He really didn't know. "Ronin, what was that?" Remi asked, crossing his arms and wearing only his stars-and-dragons boxers. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me