brand new start

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Excellent. Your first lesson will be in whiskey and blackjack," he informs her, though the twinkle in his eye says that he will absolutely not be doing that with Seren in the near future, however much of a woman grown she might be now. He lets his arm move around her to keep her warm as she settles on the bench with him, allowing himself to lean in and press a kiss against her dark curls, as if to cement the fact that she's really here. His eyes widen to hear her say she wants to be a Dragoon with such certainty, and there's no way to stop the starlight that beams out of him. Clearing his throat, he tries (and fails) to stifle it, grinning down at Seren. "I remember," he says of the Slagveld. "And I would love to teach you. We have a few new recruits as well, and a few seasoned Dragoons who will teach you all they know as well. Would you like me to take you to the barracks? We can find you a place to call your own there - I'll be around in the morning." Maybe he's jumping ahead a bit, but he's excited - what can he say? "Mateo is... wild..." His grin grows wider, if possible. "He's into plants, and he's very sweet. You'd like him, I think." Hugging her close for a moment, Ronin lets out a sigh. "You don't have to be lonely anymore."