"The same price since I was pulled back down from the sky," Ronin said, not really understanding the gifts he had been given or how, either. "I am Safrin's chosen, or so people say. That binds me inexorably to her, for better or for worse. And in exchange, sometimes I get to fly on clouds and shoot stars from my fingertips." His tone suggested he did not know whether or not that was a worthy price any more, but the less said about the complexities of his faith, the better.
They walked and they talked, and it all seemed so frighteningly normal were it not for the conversational topics at hand. "You spoke to Remi?" He raised a brow at that; his husband had been a thousand times more like himself as of late, but he no longer suffered fools, or anyone else for that matter. It was a surprise, and a pleasant one, to hear that he had successfully navigated socialisation without trying to murder anyone.
"Mm, it has been a tough one," he agreed. "I'd prefer to hear about you, in truth. How have you been? What's new in the Grounds, the guild?"
They walked and they talked, and it all seemed so frighteningly normal were it not for the conversational topics at hand. "You spoke to Remi?" He raised a brow at that; his husband had been a thousand times more like himself as of late, but he no longer suffered fools, or anyone else for that matter. It was a surprise, and a pleasant one, to hear that he had successfully navigated socialisation without trying to murder anyone.
"Mm, it has been a tough one," he agreed. "I'd prefer to hear about you, in truth. How have you been? What's new in the Grounds, the guild?"
