RONIN
The cry cut him deeply, and he was already half turning to go back when a hand gripped his arm. Ronin turned, the werelight from his antlers casting both he and Amalia in ghoulish shadow - but she had saved him, that much would have been obvious. ”It isn’t her,” he repeated, nodding to the Shield, though the words were shaky.
And the monster wasn’t done. They continued around the Temple, and her little face appeared again. Ronin did his best not to look in that direction, to ignore the words - what made it worse was that all the taunts and insecurities, everything she threw at him, it all came from his own head. ”Amalia,” he said, ”you should be inside.”
And the monster wasn’t done. They continued around the Temple, and her little face appeared again. Ronin did his best not to look in that direction, to ignore the words - what made it worse was that all the taunts and insecurities, everything she threw at him, it all came from his own head. ”Amalia,” he said, ”you should be inside.”
