[Mini Event] I and love and you

there is always hope

They were all here; people Ronin knew as dear friends, family, acquaintances, colleagues, fellow rebels and hunters and warriors. And they were all here to witness this - something that once upon a time, the guildmaster had never even considered would be possible. Would that he could have spent time with all of them separately (and there was time for that later), but as Amalia approached his attention was swallowed up by the very meaning in her being there.

Smiling to Ashetta and Vervain, offering a firm handshake and a roguish grin to Wessex and nodding his thanks at Jigano, Ronin turned to his husband-to-be and arched an eyebrow as he produced the ring boxes. A defiant sort of blush raced across his cheeks as he glanced the other way: a silent objection of I showed up dressed, didn't I?

The ring boxes were beautiful, though, and Ronin took a moment to admire their craftsmanship, before sneakily taking Remi's hand and tugging him closer. "Now," he said softly, but it wasn't about running off into the woodland. No, now was to walk up the hill to where the shrine to Safrin sang with soft windchimes, and flickered with fire.