we live in a world someone else imagined
”Soon,” Ronin agreed, smiling down at Azrael. ”I would expect no less.” He could see the child now in all manner of elaborate fashions, as elegant and eclectic as both Bastien and Rexanna combined. ”Just... be practical, when they start to walk. You will be endlessly surprised, my friend, at the trouble your child will be able to get into.” The smile he shot across to the other man was mischievous but still solemn in its own way. Nothing took away from the gravity of what had happened.
Nodding in agreement at the guild work Bastien spoke of, Ronin rested back in his seat, absently rocking the child in his arms. ”Don’t be discouraged, if you have a setback,” he cautioned. ”It’s always good, to concentrate on the future. But grief is sneaky.” It was sad, but true.
But then the conversation turned to him, and Ronin felt all joviality drop away from his expression. ”Derring do, not so much,” he said. ”I was here in fact, for Longnight. Outside all night. I was on a task for Safrin, to help get Vanya from the stars and to Mort’s realm.”
Nodding in agreement at the guild work Bastien spoke of, Ronin rested back in his seat, absently rocking the child in his arms. ”Don’t be discouraged, if you have a setback,” he cautioned. ”It’s always good, to concentrate on the future. But grief is sneaky.” It was sad, but true.
But then the conversation turned to him, and Ronin felt all joviality drop away from his expression. ”Derring do, not so much,” he said. ”I was here in fact, for Longnight. Outside all night. I was on a task for Safrin, to help get Vanya from the stars and to Mort’s realm.”
the dark star
