the dark star
"It does sound perfect, doesn't it? Flammable aside, people have been making paper lanterns for years, you know," Ronin said with a cheeky grin, shaking his head and sitting back from Remi a bit so he could make the supplies they needed. Already he could see the shape of the lantern jumping to the forefront of his mind, and at Remi's question, Ronin's projection climbed up and out of the real deal and began to jog back towards the houses, and the wagon outside of them.
"Not on me, conveniently. But give me a few minutes, I'm sure there are a few things in the wagon that I've cobbled together since we came to Torchline." He winked. "So what do you think we ought to put on here? Handprints?"
"Not on me, conveniently. But give me a few minutes, I'm sure there are a few things in the wagon that I've cobbled together since we came to Torchline." He winked. "So what do you think we ought to put on here? Handprints?"
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
