RONIN
the dark star
Ronin raises an eyebrow across at Amalia, not having expected such bitterness from her (it seems more like his deal lately, honestly). Before he can give it voice, though, she's slipping an arm around him in a hug that's as surprising as it is welcomed. Curling an arm around her shoulders in turn, he gives her a brief squeeze and a warm smile; then they're parting once more, and conversation turns to something much more serious.
The Star is quiet as Amalia explains, rubbing at the back of his neck and nodding gently in understanding. Not wanting to be helpless. Wanting to make a difference. It was a motivation that he understood well, but... he has to be sure. "This isn't like a guild you can dip in and out of," he murmurs, feeling as if he needs to warn her. "It never really leaves you, when you walk down that path. I kept trying to find my place, after the Storm Guard. But... it's this. It's here."
He shrugs. "If you want in, I'll train you."
The Star is quiet as Amalia explains, rubbing at the back of his neck and nodding gently in understanding. Not wanting to be helpless. Wanting to make a difference. It was a motivation that he understood well, but... he has to be sure. "This isn't like a guild you can dip in and out of," he murmurs, feeling as if he needs to warn her. "It never really leaves you, when you walk down that path. I kept trying to find my place, after the Storm Guard. But... it's this. It's here."
He shrugs. "If you want in, I'll train you."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
