the things we hold are always the first to go
As if on autopilot, while they spoke Ronin went to check on the candle that had tipped over and began to put away his paints and tools. He cast his mind back to the night on the hill where they had built Safrin’s shrine - of course Deimos would have seen her then, but Ronin had hardly been in a state to pay attention with the blight brewing within him. Eyes widening at hearing that the other man had become an Attuned - had he missed that while he’d been ‘away’? Or was he really just not with it lately? - Ronin gave a nod of congratulations.
“I imagine she was thrilled to welcome you into that pantheon. Did you choose for her to be there, rather than Frey or Ludo?” he murmured, glancing back to the lady of the stars. It was lucky, really; he had never seen Safrin truly blighted, so her gentleness, for him, knew no bounds. “And how is it treating you? Being Attuned?”
“I imagine she was thrilled to welcome you into that pantheon. Did you choose for her to be there, rather than Frey or Ludo?” he murmured, glancing back to the lady of the stars. It was lucky, really; he had never seen Safrin truly blighted, so her gentleness, for him, knew no bounds. “And how is it treating you? Being Attuned?”
