eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia makes her way through the streets of Haulani with not so much of a singular purpose as our sad little star, Ronin. She has taken notice of the way the city seems to be coming together to prepare for the monsoons, though. She wonders if she can help but she doesn't really know where to start, or how. She's never dealt with this sort of prep before. Never had to withstand monsoons or natural disasters aboveground.
She carries a relaxed gait as she continues on her walkabout, looking for a good opportunity to offer a helping hand. People are quite busied, though. The air is hot, so she herself isn't wearing anything too heavy. A loose, thin short-sleeve billows out around her torso. Her hair's tucked back into a high ponytail, but sweat lingers on her brow already.
It's only when she spies Ronin that she takes pause. She saunters up and places one boot on the sandbag he's about to pick up, leaning forward with crossed arms and a grim frown that might tell him she's not here for fun jokes and drinking. "We need to talk."
"What's this I hear about you and Remi killing Sunjata?" Dream or no dream. If he thought just because he's squared things away with the Flood that he'll be getting off with no further social consequences, he's dead wrong.
She eyes him then, though, noticing his demeanor. She doesn't think much of it at the moment. She hasn't known Ronin long enough to tell whether this version of him is normal or falling on his ass with his tongue in a bottle is normal. And from what she's heard, he's not as innocent as he seemed before.
She carries a relaxed gait as she continues on her walkabout, looking for a good opportunity to offer a helping hand. People are quite busied, though. The air is hot, so she herself isn't wearing anything too heavy. A loose, thin short-sleeve billows out around her torso. Her hair's tucked back into a high ponytail, but sweat lingers on her brow already.
It's only when she spies Ronin that she takes pause. She saunters up and places one boot on the sandbag he's about to pick up, leaning forward with crossed arms and a grim frown that might tell him she's not here for fun jokes and drinking. "We need to talk."
"What's this I hear about you and Remi killing Sunjata?" Dream or no dream. If he thought just because he's squared things away with the Flood that he'll be getting off with no further social consequences, he's dead wrong.
She eyes him then, though, noticing his demeanor. She doesn't think much of it at the moment. She hasn't known Ronin long enough to tell whether this version of him is normal or falling on his ass with his tongue in a bottle is normal. And from what she's heard, he's not as innocent as he seemed before.
Aurelia
