the baffled king composing hallelujah
The stars overhead seem colder now, somehow, and despite the heat rolling off the crags and rivulets below them, Ronin shivers a little. Having seen all that he needs to when it comes to the Climb and the Warrior Constellation, the Star directs his nimbus so it can gently swoop around and away. He'd promised Seren he would take her to the Greatwood before going back home, and that is going to take time and then some. Plenty of opportunity to discuss whatever she wanted to; but that didn't make it any easier.
"I can't say it was any one thing," he says slowly, softly. "It isn't like a switch was flipped and that was it. I suppose I started to notice things I hadn't before. But I dont think that's the sort of thing I ought to be telling you about your mother." His smile turns a little more boyish, and he shrugs. "Whatever I feel about Safrin, though, I hope you know that it doesn't mean I love you any less."
"I can't say it was any one thing," he says slowly, softly. "It isn't like a switch was flipped and that was it. I suppose I started to notice things I hadn't before. But I dont think that's the sort of thing I ought to be telling you about your mother." His smile turns a little more boyish, and he shrugs. "Whatever I feel about Safrin, though, I hope you know that it doesn't mean I love you any less."
