we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin seemed to shudder a little at Safrin's warmth, cringing at her manipulations on his body and his mind. It was as minor as he could make it, however; a shiver in the cool Leafchange night, nothing more. And he did not look at his goddess, not once as she spoke, as she outlined his new reality, as she spoke about his daughter. And even that felt wrong. His daughter - his real daughter - was dead, was with Mort, and the chasm of her loss was barely beginning to heal.
And now a child spoke to him as her father, in soft polite sentences that he was sure Aoife never would have managed. "It's nice to meet you too," he said. "I understand you'll be coming to live with me from now on?"
Cutting brutally through the preamble, he glanced very briefly to Safrin, blinking quickly to kick back the emotion that kept threatening to roar through. "That's right, isn't it?"
And now a child spoke to him as her father, in soft polite sentences that he was sure Aoife never would have managed. "It's nice to meet you too," he said. "I understand you'll be coming to live with me from now on?"
Cutting brutally through the preamble, he glanced very briefly to Safrin, blinking quickly to kick back the emotion that kept threatening to roar through. "That's right, isn't it?"
the dark star
