RONIN
”This one certainly doesn’t.” Ronin smirked, letting Sugar land upon his forearm and giving her the rest of the cake, the white reptile accepting it with gusto. She trilled to the two of them, clambering up to drape bout the Star’s shoulders, her serpentine head weaving to and fro as she examined the man beside her bonded. ”Dorian,” Ronin repeated; half a greeting and half a commitment to memory.
He glanced to him then, hearing him out and nodding absently. ”He did, in not so many words,” he said, tilting his head. ”I am to leave my home and my family to fight Ascended, if I was paying close enough attention. Is that right?”
He glanced to him then, hearing him out and nodding absently. ”He did, in not so many words,” he said, tilting his head. ”I am to leave my home and my family to fight Ascended, if I was paying close enough attention. Is that right?”
one more wish for you
