Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Oh wonderful, you can see her too." Ronin couldn't help but sound a little glad about that - it ruled out him having gone mad out there in the icy Oasis. He approached the desk where Remi was standing, the hatchling curled around his neck weaving her head from side to side, as if trying to test whether Remi was a trustworthy source of interest. "Yeah... Yeah. It's a dragon. I rescued an egg from the Oasis and it hatched and..." he motioned to the little creature. "Do you know how to take care of dragons, Remi? You know most things about most things." Ronin smirked, holding out his arm so the hatchling could scuttle clumsily along it, her claws buried deep in the fabric of his sleeve, her white wings tucked close against her sides. When she was more or less in his hand he held her out to Remi, thinking he would obviously have a plan.