the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Mm, maybe I will." Ronin says, and he does sound as though he's giving it some serious consideration, in fact. Smiling down at his daughter, he slips his hand out of hers so he might wrap his arm around her instead, and his nimbus continues upward to guide them towards the clearer skies above.
And when they do emerge into the night, Ronin takes a long, deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. The blanket of stars seems to sprawl endlessly overhead, but as though he's drawn to it somehow, he reaches up to point at the constellation in question. "I am," he says softly, of being Safrin's warrior. "But I wasn't the first one. This one is a warrior from the past," he explains
"And when I see this from all four corners of Caido, I should receive something to help protect me in battle. Like armour. At the very least it'll stop my clothes from burning off when I shift into a phoenix." Which is a very good thing for everyone.
And when they do emerge into the night, Ronin takes a long, deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. The blanket of stars seems to sprawl endlessly overhead, but as though he's drawn to it somehow, he reaches up to point at the constellation in question. "I am," he says softly, of being Safrin's warrior. "But I wasn't the first one. This one is a warrior from the past," he explains
"And when I see this from all four corners of Caido, I should receive something to help protect me in battle. Like armour. At the very least it'll stop my clothes from burning off when I shift into a phoenix." Which is a very good thing for everyone.
