we live in a world someone else imagined
Despite himself, a quiet laugh rumbled up in Ronin's chest at the girl's enthusiasm, and he nodded along wisely. It was amazing, and since leaving Northaven maybe he had come to take that for granted. Hearing the names of the places he had mentioned mimicked back at him with his own inflections was... well, he would think more on that much later. "You know, I don't believe it does have a name yet. I will have to ask Sunjata when we see him. And I... ah, well. I live in a wagon on the beach, which is why we need to find somewhere a little better for tonight."
That and his husband was sleeping soundly in that wagon, and Ronin was not going to open that can of worms until he absolutely had to.
Given that they were holding hands, it was all too obvious that Seren was starting to lag behind, and Ronin slowed his steps enough to turn and scoop her into his arms. "Is that better?" he asked, picking up his pace now as sand became stone under his feet.
That and his husband was sleeping soundly in that wagon, and Ronin was not going to open that can of worms until he absolutely had to.
Given that they were holding hands, it was all too obvious that Seren was starting to lag behind, and Ronin slowed his steps enough to turn and scoop her into his arms. "Is that better?" he asked, picking up his pace now as sand became stone under his feet.
the dark star
