[SE][OPEN] Painting Stars

"I was going to find something funny to say about this, but I'll be honest - I can't do it. It's too cute." Ronin sounded infinitely amused, his voice echoing softly through the temple. He had come to sit and think, as he often did these days. He thought about Vanya a lot, and about Loren and wherever he might be these days. He thought about Northaven and the good they had tried to do. But more often than not, he went full circle and returned to Vanya all over again. It was why Aoife was with him tonight, the baby snuggled against his chest with her head tucked under his chin, her thumb firmly in her mouth. "What are you up to?" Ronin asked, stepping closer and arching an eyebrow as he gazed down at what the boys were doing. "Painting in potato sacks, huh? That's the life." He chuckled, arching an eyebrow and gazing at Roana for an explanation. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.