the baffled king composing hallelujah
Depositing a few clumps of snow moss into the basket (he had been diligently gathering it while he spoke to get the words out properly), Ronin sat back on his heels as well, a wry smile tugging at his lips. ”Thanks. Apparently sleeping outside and eating raw meat takes a toll on the ol’ charm,” he muttered, reaching out to pull up more snow moss.
His brow furrowed as she spoke - he knew what she was saying, and were it just a bit of guilt for not being around... yeah, it wold be a shitty reason to leave. ”It’s not that,” he said, shrugging. ”This was a role that was given to me in a vote. I was asked to step up - I never chose this. I think I’m finally ready to admit that and put things right.”
He sighed a cold breath out into the air. ”Besides, I think the Hollowed Grounds is more divided with two leaders. However much we work together, it will never be as effective as one leader with a reliable group of advisors around them. You were born here - I was just dropped in. It should be you.”
His brow furrowed as she spoke - he knew what she was saying, and were it just a bit of guilt for not being around... yeah, it wold be a shitty reason to leave. ”It’s not that,” he said, shrugging. ”This was a role that was given to me in a vote. I was asked to step up - I never chose this. I think I’m finally ready to admit that and put things right.”
He sighed a cold breath out into the air. ”Besides, I think the Hollowed Grounds is more divided with two leaders. However much we work together, it will never be as effective as one leader with a reliable group of advisors around them. You were born here - I was just dropped in. It should be you.”
