RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I suppose it has to pay lip service to all of the gods, if you're going to start going around and mimicking all of their chosens' powers," Ronin points out with a small smile, giving Remi's fingers a gentle squeeze and taking a deep breath of the cool, fragrant air of the Celestine. With the stars perpetually shining overhead, it is much cooler in the gardens than out in the rest of Stormbreak where Longheat beats down on them as relentlessly as most other places.
Remi's question is an interesting one, Ronin trying to recall all he knows about Safrin in relation to the ball of death rags. "I think it might have to do with their time in the Grounds, behind the barrier," he guesses, shrugging his shoulders. "After all that time, with conflicting needs and wants... I imagine things can grate even on gods."
Remi's question is an interesting one, Ronin trying to recall all he knows about Safrin in relation to the ball of death rags. "I think it might have to do with their time in the Grounds, behind the barrier," he guesses, shrugging his shoulders. "After all that time, with conflicting needs and wants... I imagine things can grate even on gods."
show me your darkness.
