Isuma peeped mournfully as she was set aside, but curled up to watch the humans from her new nest. She wasn't eager to get too close to Jigano while he was splashing about in the sea water, and Ronin was up and moving too much for cuddles and scritches now.
"I read about small boats that could be hired, to get travelers from place to place if they didn't want to walk," he offered. "Might be a new business opportunity?" But he tilted his head with fascination to the rumors that Ronin shared, blue eyes alight with eager curiosity. "The dock, you say?" he murmured, and Ronin could likely see the gears turning and plans being laid for an afternoon or three of the bard sunning himself there in the near future.
Just in case.
"Oh, you know Haulani," he assured his friend breezily with a wicked wink. "More rumors than Hels flying around through the air. Who knows where I heard it from?" He finished scrubbing as much of the ash off as he could, then stood and stretched as well. "But I should probably be getting home soon. We're both busy government men, now, and our time isn't always our own. But some days we still get lucky." He flashed the Preceptor a smile. "Hopefully I'll see you again soon. Isuma and Sugar can have another playdate and chase mice, maybe." A rollicking pasttime for any small carnivore, and a reminder of how they'd met, that snowy day so long ago.
"I read about small boats that could be hired, to get travelers from place to place if they didn't want to walk," he offered. "Might be a new business opportunity?" But he tilted his head with fascination to the rumors that Ronin shared, blue eyes alight with eager curiosity. "The dock, you say?" he murmured, and Ronin could likely see the gears turning and plans being laid for an afternoon or three of the bard sunning himself there in the near future.
Just in case.
"Oh, you know Haulani," he assured his friend breezily with a wicked wink. "More rumors than Hels flying around through the air. Who knows where I heard it from?" He finished scrubbing as much of the ash off as he could, then stood and stretched as well. "But I should probably be getting home soon. We're both busy government men, now, and our time isn't always our own. But some days we still get lucky." He flashed the Preceptor a smile. "Hopefully I'll see you again soon. Isuma and Sugar can have another playdate and chase mice, maybe." A rollicking pasttime for any small carnivore, and a reminder of how they'd met, that snowy day so long ago.
