RONIN
THE DARK STAR
Ronin hasn't arrived before Seraphina - but he has been there for some time. Indeed, he's slipped into the workshop in an old shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of pants that have seen better days; his sketchbook is under his arm, and since she's clearly very busy, he takes the opportunity to get some work done before the easel is finished up. It's the situation that finds him perched on a crate a little ways behind Sera, charcoal in hand as he sketches her at work.
He's been here for long enough that the sketch has come to life, and only when he's started shading does he think to speak up. "Do you think it'll be much longer?" he asks brightly, his smile crooked and knowing even as his hands continue to sketch and smudge at his work. "No worries if not. I've got plenty here to keep me occupied."
He's been here for long enough that the sketch has come to life, and only when he's started shading does he think to speak up. "Do you think it'll be much longer?" he asks brightly, his smile crooked and knowing even as his hands continue to sketch and smudge at his work. "No worries if not. I've got plenty here to keep me occupied."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
