you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Ronin has been in the Citadel for less than a day. He’s done all of the important tasks - including sequestering Remi away in a place where he can trust him to stay asleep and where his projection can keep an eye on him - and now as night begins to not-fall, bathing him in bright twilight there’s just one last thing. He’s outside the Citadel walls to take in the Tundra, and more importantly for a very important friend to stretch her wings.
The Star is smiling as he watches Sugar soar and freewheel over the walls, weaving between turrets and disappearing into the freezing clouds before emerging again in a dive, and he’s distracted enough at first that he doesn’t realise that he’s being approached. The voice starts him out of it, Ronin turning to find a hand offered out to him; he takes it almost on instinct, giving a warm handshake.
”A man of the Gods...?” he echoes, wondering how his story has managed to creep up to Halo so quickly. Above them, Sugar shrieks her impatience at being ignored and begins to circle down toward the two men. ”I have a moment, if that pale nightmare up there allows it.” He grins. ”My name is Ronin - pleasure to meet you.”
The Star is smiling as he watches Sugar soar and freewheel over the walls, weaving between turrets and disappearing into the freezing clouds before emerging again in a dive, and he’s distracted enough at first that he doesn’t realise that he’s being approached. The voice starts him out of it, Ronin turning to find a hand offered out to him; he takes it almost on instinct, giving a warm handshake.
”A man of the Gods...?” he echoes, wondering how his story has managed to creep up to Halo so quickly. Above them, Sugar shrieks her impatience at being ignored and begins to circle down toward the two men. ”I have a moment, if that pale nightmare up there allows it.” He grins. ”My name is Ronin - pleasure to meet you.”
The huntsman
