everything has its wonders
Ronin doesn't often find himself out here - the last time he'd come to the Righteous Road, he'd been looking at the hand mines, and they were enough to have him noping right back behind the city walls. Today, though, the skies are clear and deep and blue, and the sun overhead has begun to freckle his bare shoulders. He and Sugar are tracing the perimeter immediately outside the city - as far as it goes before it drops off the cliffs, anyway - and it has been so far uneventful.
He's just about made it back to the trail leading from the Feverlands and up to Stormbreak when his pale dragon sees something she clearly approves of, because she's off like a missile through the air, twisting and trilling and heading (you guessed it) straight for Mildew. "Sorry!" Ronin calls in advance, breaking into a jog after his companion. Sugar, meanwhile, has descended to try and land about Mildew's shoulders, familiar as you like.
He's just about made it back to the trail leading from the Feverlands and up to Stormbreak when his pale dragon sees something she clearly approves of, because she's off like a missile through the air, twisting and trilling and heading (you guessed it) straight for Mildew. "Sorry!" Ronin calls in advance, breaking into a jog after his companion. Sugar, meanwhile, has descended to try and land about Mildew's shoulders, familiar as you like.
even darkness and silence
