Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin grinned and allowed the hatchling to cling to his hair since his exposed skin very much disliked the prospect of tiny dragon claws digging into it. He wrestled himself into a new shirt, looking quite the sight indeed with a baby dragon on his head, and he smirked at Remi's glance in his direction. "Hey, I'm not going to wait for you to turn your back before I stop myself freezing to death," he protested. "Besides, there will be no snake dancing today, sir." Chuckling to himself, he waited for Remi to turn and stoke the fire before peeling off the rest of his wet clothes. Shivering as the fresh air bit at his chilly skin, Ronin quickly dressed himself and stepped over to the fire to help Remi coax it to life, leaning down beside his friend. "The longer I know you, the less open you become," he remarked, though his tone was good natured and he nudged the other man gently. Still, while his hesitance spoke of things unsaid, Ronin didn't push the matter. Besides, the plan for the barrier proved an interesting distraction. "That sounds like an interesting experiment," he agreed, nodding and adding more kindling before holding his palms up to enjoy the warmth. "If nothing else, we can learn more about the barrier and add it to the list of things we have tried, no? Ready for Flowerbirth." It still felt strange to say that rather than Spring, but Ronin was slowly growing accustomed to the place. "Have you thought about getting back to Northaven at all?" He hadn't, and it wasn't something he felt guilty about. But not everyone would be as happy to start anew as he was.