[SE] Capturing a Likeness

Ronin tsked his friend and shook his head, a self-deprecating grin on his face. "Come, now. There are likely those better with words within the Loreseeker's Guild. What about Jigano, or Samuel? Sam is a bookmaker - I bet he puts my clumsy lyrics to shame." Laughing softly, Ronin turned his attention back to his painting, though he'd had to work quickly given that it was nearly dark now. His smile grew soft, wistful almost, as he thought of the Oasis and what it would be like to teach Aoife to swim there. (And how much better at it Vanya would have been). Even so, he nodded. Bastien was right, of course. "There's always a way, huh? And that river that runs through the forest is a good indication that there might be an ocean to get to." That definitely cheered him further, Ronin sitting back to admire his hasty sunset in its blues and whites. "Well, as long as she doesn't try to keep all of the monsters once they are grown, I suppose I shall have to deal with what when the time comes!" He chuckled, before shooting Bastien a wry smile. "I didn't have a choice. My parents - my mother, to be precise - decided I was born for the army from the second I drew breath. The same with my older brother." ronypony it's always nice to make an impression