endless numbered days

Cold? Ronin knew a thing or two about cold right now. He was also learning more and more about what life was like with a baby dragon. For instance, Sugar had discovered something new about herself not five minutes before - she could breathe ice. How, you ask, did she realise the obtained such a skill? Why, by sneezing an ice storm into Ronin's ear. The guildmaster was still cursing softly to himself as he headed out through the guild's double doors, batting the snow from his shirt and out of his collar and wincing as he turned his head to playfully glare at the reptile riding on his shoulder. The left side of his face glittered with ice, and he'd likely have to sit with a warm cloth against his ear before he stood a chance at hearing out of it again. Hopefully it wouldn't drop off. "Don't you give me that look, you know what you di-- ah, Remi. What brings you to... blankets?" Obviously that's what Ronin thought the banners were. Obviously. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do