home is wherever I'm with you

The sun had risen, in the end, and they had come to live at the alchemist’s guild now that his own was no more. Ronin had been to the guildhall already, to sift through the ashes, to pay his regards, to stand solemn at the place that held so many of his memories and say goodbye. And now it was done, and there were things to do (weren’t there always?). They were banned from the Greatwood now, for a start. Then there was the destruction after LongNight to clean up, the approach of Fiat Lux... and the mud. Ronin was covered in said mud as he walked through the door, having had to fend it away from the guild as he returned from hunting down some pesky tangleweed. Now it covered him in thick and messy splodges, prompting a squealing laugh from their daughter. Aoife, of course, was colouring on a bit of parchment at Remi’s feet (like father like daughter). “I never expected to add wet dirt to my list of hunter’s marks,” he said with a smirk, making sure to take off his muddy boots before approaching the alchemist, blue eyes lighting up at the sight of the wagon. “Someone has been busy,” he remarked, nudging his husband affectionately (and likely leaving him covered in mud). “What’s this for?” He meant the wagon, obviously. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression