[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin smiled at the feel of his lady pressing up behind him, delight in his blue eyes. He turned to press his lips to her cheek in a soft kiss, slipping an arm around her whilst they made their introductions and Bastien explained just what it was they were expected to do. He glanced to the wall where the other man had indicated, spying the paints and nodding at the artist. "Back in Northaven, a friend of mine had started to teach me how to sketch and paint. It's something I miss, so I brought a few things I've been working on as an offering." So saying, he placed the scrolls down somewhere safe so he could get to work on their creed, vow... thing. He could unroll the parchments later. Tipping Vanya a wink, Ronin set off to do his work, finding himself before a large, intimidatingly empty wall. He began, at first, by painting an outline of elegant flourishes around where their creed would be written, though he didn't commit it to the wall just yet. He didn't really want to paint anything down that might seem foolish. And so, whilst the outline dried Ronin approached Vanya to petition to borrow some of her ink, jotting down his rough thoughts. He ended up with something he hoped was passable: Our work is a reflection of your grace. There is freedom in hardship, Beauty in suffering. We strive to share your wonder and your warmth. To write your name in the stars. This we swear. He wrinkled his nose and tilted his head. Is this the kind of thing Bastien was talking about?