RONIN
Ronin was unsure what to make of the machinations between the gods and their fellows, but for Rae and Frey to know and not to do anything about it, to allow Safrin to suffer... He wrinkled his nose, unable not to feel a similar contempt for the gods of nature. (And perhaps it was Safrin who put those thoughts in his head, who knew?). "We will find out what else it holds, once those plants are gone," he said decisively, somehow fuelled by what he had learned so far.
But before he could get to his feet, Safrin dropped yet more news upon him, and all the colour drained from Ronin's face. It won't be you that inhabits it. He inhaled sharply, shakily. "No," he said. "No, it can't. That's..." Worse. It was worse than death. Some old fire lit in Ronin's eyes, something that had been sparked once upon a time in Northaven and hadn't quite gone out, even if the world had tried.
"We will cure this," he said. "You, the forest, all of it. I'll do all I can."
But before he could get to his feet, Safrin dropped yet more news upon him, and all the colour drained from Ronin's face. It won't be you that inhabits it. He inhaled sharply, shakily. "No," he said. "No, it can't. That's..." Worse. It was worse than death. Some old fire lit in Ronin's eyes, something that had been sparked once upon a time in Northaven and hadn't quite gone out, even if the world had tried.
"We will cure this," he said. "You, the forest, all of it. I'll do all I can."
a star in someone else's sky
