you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Ronin can only raise his eyebrows to hear that Gideon not only knows Dorian, but does the same sort of work as he does (albeit in a much different arena). A priest explains the interest in the gods, and the interest in him... and the knowledge about his relationship with the lady of the stars. It all clicks into place, a smile flicking across his face. ”What brings you to Halo?” he asks, having an idea but not wanting to make presumptions.
The reaction to his story has an uncharacteristic flush of pink creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks, Ronin shrugging bashfully. ”I’ve been called as much, yes,” he admits. ”Honestly, I just go by Ronin.” He nods out into the Tundra. ”I’ll be heading out there, in a day or two. To the Climb. My husband is sick with whatever illness came from there.”
The reaction to his story has an uncharacteristic flush of pink creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks, Ronin shrugging bashfully. ”I’ve been called as much, yes,” he admits. ”Honestly, I just go by Ronin.” He nods out into the Tundra. ”I’ll be heading out there, in a day or two. To the Climb. My husband is sick with whatever illness came from there.”
The huntsman
