"No offence taken. Of all his shifts, including the manticore, the octopus is just weird," Ronin said with an easy shrug. As the cloud manta drifted away into the sea, he turned to stroll back along the beach so they could get back to the wagon and sort the trade for the jewel. "Whatever the merfolk decide to do, it's probably best to leave them to it right now," he said; his opinion, nothing more. "Surely the people of Torchline know of their existence? They've been leaving them well enough alone." And that might be for the best, for all he knew.
Letting out a laugh at Jigano's offer to trade (and not write a song about him), Ronin shot him a mischievous grin in return. "Even if I agreed to that, I can't say I believe you sir," he said. It felt good to have just easy conversation; it wasn't something he had expected to enjoy again.
Nibbling at his lip as they walked, Ronin shook his head gently. "I wouldn't say they look terribly different. But Hels are much friendlier than regular gulls. I can't say an ordinary gull has hopped on my shoulder for a ride."
Letting out a laugh at Jigano's offer to trade (and not write a song about him), Ronin shot him a mischievous grin in return. "Even if I agreed to that, I can't say I believe you sir," he said. It felt good to have just easy conversation; it wasn't something he had expected to enjoy again.
Nibbling at his lip as they walked, Ronin shook his head gently. "I wouldn't say they look terribly different. But Hels are much friendlier than regular gulls. I can't say an ordinary gull has hopped on my shoulder for a ride."
