RONIN
the dark star
Ronin's lips part to tell her that she literally just asked to be a soldier, but then Amalia continues and understanding dawns on him, the Star (for once) keeping his mouth shut until she's done, giving only a gentle nod. "You can still cook for people," he reminds her with a lopsided smirk, as if her baking is somehow more important than the fate of Caido and all those who live upon it. And it is, in some ways, because if this is what they're here for - to win and to maintain a fragile sort of peace - then it's vital for them to at least get a little slice of that peace every now and then.
"I haven't painted since I came to Stormbreak," he adds offhand, itching at the stubble on his chin. A reminder for Ronin, too, that he needs to take care of himself better. "But I get it. And you're right - it is what it is. I suppose, then, I'll see you at the Dragon's Nest tomorrow morning at sunrise? If you're late I'll start adding laps."
That's Ronin's way of saying yes, you can join the Dragoons.
"I haven't painted since I came to Stormbreak," he adds offhand, itching at the stubble on his chin. A reminder for Ronin, too, that he needs to take care of himself better. "But I get it. And you're right - it is what it is. I suppose, then, I'll see you at the Dragon's Nest tomorrow morning at sunrise? If you're late I'll start adding laps."
That's Ronin's way of saying yes, you can join the Dragoons.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
