everything has its wonders
There had been a time when, like Amalia, Ronin had been so sure of himself. So settled in his role, in his conviction, his belief in himself and his role in the world. And now that the world had chewed him up and spat him out, he found himself wandering, lost, adrift on a sea of someone else's dreams.
That wasn't to say he was unhappy, of course. That wasn't true at all. But it didn't mean he was settled.
The hunter had considered not coming at all, but his feet had taken him out to the temple as if of their own volition in the end. Ducking into the temple with his hands in his pockets, he sought out familiar faces and ended up coming to stand on Amalia's other side. Nodding to the baker and to Deimos, he fell quiet to listen. To consider. To judge.
That wasn't to say he was unhappy, of course. That wasn't true at all. But it didn't mean he was settled.
The hunter had considered not coming at all, but his feet had taken him out to the temple as if of their own volition in the end. Ducking into the temple with his hands in his pockets, he sought out familiar faces and ended up coming to stand on Amalia's other side. Nodding to the baker and to Deimos, he fell quiet to listen. To consider. To judge.
even darkness and silence
