the baffled king composing hallelujah
Roana was not the only one who needed space to think, and it seemed that great minds thought alike. Granted, Ronin was preoccupied with whatever the fuck was happening with Zariah Launceleyn and Remi (not to mention what had happened to Safrin), and his brow furrowed as he meandered along the Bone Bridge. Once upon a time the place had held curiosity for him, and then a quiet wariness, but now? Now he strolled along it as if it was your every day bridge-without-end, glancing up only when he sensed another there.
"Oh - Roana." He smiled, straightening his back a touch where he'd been slouching along with his hands in his pockets. "Come out here for some peace and quiet too, huh? Sorry for ruining it." He glanced out across the misty gorge, his footsteps slowing as he drew up beside her. "How's life treating you?"
"Oh - Roana." He smiled, straightening his back a touch where he'd been slouching along with his hands in his pockets. "Come out here for some peace and quiet too, huh? Sorry for ruining it." He glanced out across the misty gorge, his footsteps slowing as he drew up beside her. "How's life treating you?"
