RONIN
Ronin teased at his lower lip as she spoke of how strong he would be if he didn't... you know, die from the blight. He rubbed at his eyes. "The source," he echoed. "The Spire gave it to you, so the source seems obvious to me. A friend of mine, Phoebe... she spoke to Frey, who advised it began in the Greatwood with Mathair. And that's where Roana was spat out after jumping into the pillar of light in the Spire..." And round and round they went.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Who else could it be? The barrier fell, and the world got sick." But Safrin had more to say, Ronin arching an eyebrow as he gazed up at her. "You mean I'll live?" he echoed, unable not to sound hopeful.
He was even smiling at that, nodding rather than balking at her frank tone, her questions about how he was choosing to respond to the world. "...I know you are right," he said softly. "And I will do better."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Who else could it be? The barrier fell, and the world got sick." But Safrin had more to say, Ronin arching an eyebrow as he gazed up at her. "You mean I'll live?" he echoed, unable not to sound hopeful.
He was even smiling at that, nodding rather than balking at her frank tone, her questions about how he was choosing to respond to the world. "...I know you are right," he said softly. "And I will do better."
a star in someone else's sky
