even my darkness shines for you
That's exactly the Star's plan, and if the cursory glance he gives to the splintered wood, the bloodied supports and the rest of the work that needs doing isn't an indication, nothing will be. "Huh...? Luxere, thank you. I prefer the term Glowing Prince of the Greatwood. Or Most Excellent Stag," he informs her with another grin, rubbing at the back of his neck. The humour fades as talk turns more serious, Ronin taking a few careful steps back to examine the grounds.
"Well," he says, "I haven't really been given much direction here. And I used to be a training captain, so... until I've gotten myself back into a schedule, this seems as good as anything else." He should probably go and see Safrin at some point, but... well, it isn't that he doesn't want to. He just doesn't think he's ready.
"Noted," he informs her, absently finding the hole in his leathers where the spear punched through it. "Maybe I'll crush my arm or get my ear cut off. Switch things up a bit for you, y'know?"
"Well," he says, "I haven't really been given much direction here. And I used to be a training captain, so... until I've gotten myself back into a schedule, this seems as good as anything else." He should probably go and see Safrin at some point, but... well, it isn't that he doesn't want to. He just doesn't think he's ready.
"Noted," he informs her, absently finding the hole in his leathers where the spear punched through it. "Maybe I'll crush my arm or get my ear cut off. Switch things up a bit for you, y'know?"
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