RONIN
the dark star
"A prosti-toot," Ronin drawls, his voice almost lost in the sound of the wind even if the smile in it is still very much audible. He's a few feet back from his husband on their flight, mainly so they don't clash with one another. He nods beneath them soon enough to where the Halenani used to be, the Star dropping into a dive with his arms spread to catch his descent.
He still doesn't quite have the hang of landing, and undoubtedly his husband will be much more elegant, but they made it. And that's the main thing, right? Right. "Here as planned!" he calls to Maeve with a lazy salute, glancing around. "That looks like something that isn't building," he says, nodding at the greenery that needs to be cleared. You don't have to ask Ronin twice, the Star heading over to begin.
Ronin chooses to clear the trees and greenery!
He still doesn't quite have the hang of landing, and undoubtedly his husband will be much more elegant, but they made it. And that's the main thing, right? Right. "Here as planned!" he calls to Maeve with a lazy salute, glancing around. "That looks like something that isn't building," he says, nodding at the greenery that needs to be cleared. You don't have to ask Ronin twice, the Star heading over to begin.
Ronin chooses to clear the trees and greenery!
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
