RONIN
Ronin walked side by side with his fellow former captain, eyes and ears alert for any more talking squirrels, or moving hedges, or whatever other horrors undoubtedly lurked within the labyrinth. Knowing he was right about his hunch did little to make him feel better given what he had been assuming, the hunter burying his hands in his pockets and rolling his shoulders as the Longheat sun bore down upon them. Even in the morning, it was starting to heat up.
"Oh? I... well, fuck. I'll let him know," he said regarding what she suggested about Remi, nodding and frowning at the ground before them. "Stop people from making grand stands? Whatever will I be for, then?" He shot her a brief grin. "I'll do my best. Though I can't guarantee anything, given that I too am a filthy Outlander."
Shifting the bow on his shoulder, Ronin glanced up at it and shrugged. "Between the two of us we can probably get it to hit a target. Probably not the middle of the target, but whatever."
"Oh? I... well, fuck. I'll let him know," he said regarding what she suggested about Remi, nodding and frowning at the ground before them. "Stop people from making grand stands? Whatever will I be for, then?" He shot her a brief grin. "I'll do my best. Though I can't guarantee anything, given that I too am a filthy Outlander."
Shifting the bow on his shoulder, Ronin glanced up at it and shrugged. "Between the two of us we can probably get it to hit a target. Probably not the middle of the target, but whatever."
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
