we live in a world someone else imagined
”Perhaps you could make a case for being more inefficient without rest, in your present state,” Ronin mused, gingerly sitting himself down and sinking back into the comfort of the pillows and silks. Honestly though, from the little he had heard of the Voice (and the thoroughly unpleasant conversations he’d had with her), he was inclined to agree with Bastien. Giving his friend a sad smile, he accepted the wine and shook his head. ”I don’t feel kind,” he said. ”I’m sorry, that I missed the funeral. I was in no fit state to travel.” Still wasn’t truthfully, but unfortunately that was just the way of things.
Talk of the baby was a little more cheerful, at least, and Ronin nodded to the Ascended and let him take his leave. The time gave him a chance to relax, to gather himself; there was something about the untidy guildhall that called back to Ronin’s immediate days after Vanya, and it pricked at parts of him that were buried deep down.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye, though, and the hunter’s blue eyes zoned in on Pittore - not that he had any idea what he was looking at. ”What an ugly cat,” he remarked.
Talk of the baby was a little more cheerful, at least, and Ronin nodded to the Ascended and let him take his leave. The time gave him a chance to relax, to gather himself; there was something about the untidy guildhall that called back to Ronin’s immediate days after Vanya, and it pricked at parts of him that were buried deep down.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye, though, and the hunter’s blue eyes zoned in on Pittore - not that he had any idea what he was looking at. ”What an ugly cat,” he remarked.
the dark star
