I swear I never dream that we're alone
Ronin will regret what he does next. It's not a question - it's a fact. And yet, with all the worst parts of his Attuned shift rearing their head (er, antlers) at this time of year, he does it anyway.
With a single hand he grips the edge of the table as he rises to his feet, flipping it as if it weren't made to seat a dozen people and hold a great deal more weight than is currently upon it. Nevertheless, the Huntsman sends it crashing onto its side as if it were nothing more than a paper plate.
"I suggest you get yourself to the Climb, then, to speak with Tanau," he growls to his daughter without looking at her, stepping over the debris and storming out of the meeting with neither an apology nor a glance backwards over his shoulder.
Ronin out.
With a single hand he grips the edge of the table as he rises to his feet, flipping it as if it weren't made to seat a dozen people and hold a great deal more weight than is currently upon it. Nevertheless, the Huntsman sends it crashing onto its side as if it were nothing more than a paper plate.
"I suggest you get yourself to the Climb, then, to speak with Tanau," he growls to his daughter without looking at her, stepping over the debris and storming out of the meeting with neither an apology nor a glance backwards over his shoulder.
Ronin out.
the dark star
