there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I try to listen, but it's hard when she's got such a nice voice. I'm usually asleep by the time she gets to the good bits," Ronin says, unafraid to admit it with a shrug of his shoulders. Normally when they were curled up by the fire with Mateo, their son was the last one awake to hear the end of the story. Still, he supposes he's hearing it now, wrinkling his nose again and shaking his head. "A kid, pulling a sword out of a rock? Sure." He scoffs.
Gods are as confusing as they are irritating (and that's putting it mildly) and unfortunately Ronin can't contribute much to the thoughts about Ludo. He can, at least, answer the question about Safrin. "I will," he says with a gentle nod. Whatever might happen, he is still Safrin's chosen. "Will you be going to Ludo to do the same?"
Gods are as confusing as they are irritating (and that's putting it mildly) and unfortunately Ronin can't contribute much to the thoughts about Ludo. He can, at least, answer the question about Safrin. "I will," he says with a gentle nod. Whatever might happen, he is still Safrin's chosen. "Will you be going to Ludo to do the same?"
RONIN
