RONIN
"Do you think she would like the cold?" Ronin grins, and though he does wonder about Mort's daughter as he takes the first few bites of his breakfast, there's been precious little sign of her for some time now. And so he lets thoughts of her subside and shifts a bit to let Remi more comfortable perch on his shoulder, resting his plate in his lap instead. Ronin might look the part of huntsman right now, but more than that - he actually feels it, in the chill of early morning with the smell of meat and smoke and Remi as a feathery weight against the side of his neck.
"Mm, I think so too. I went to see her a little while ago - she wanted a phoenix feather for something for Safrin, apparently. Do you know they're going to try to make a healing fountain in Torchline?" He can't help but sound impressed. "Between your canals and the monsoon protection, I'd say Maeve and Aurelia have inherited quite the area."
Unluckily for his husband, Ronin absolutely does not drop any food on the floor. But it's fortunate perhaps that he can all but sense the hawk on his shoulder spying on his breakfast, because he's kind enough to leave some bacon and eggs for him, holding up the plate wordlessly for Remi to partake. "Mm, I know the feeling," he rumbles - both the better and worse and the impression that everyone knew all about them.
"It was kind of nice to be in Halo. I was practically a stranger. And I told Jata and Nate they were copying us, trying to run away and say fuck it to the gods." He smirks. "It will come back to bite them I think. Same as it did us."
"Mm, I think so too. I went to see her a little while ago - she wanted a phoenix feather for something for Safrin, apparently. Do you know they're going to try to make a healing fountain in Torchline?" He can't help but sound impressed. "Between your canals and the monsoon protection, I'd say Maeve and Aurelia have inherited quite the area."
Unluckily for his husband, Ronin absolutely does not drop any food on the floor. But it's fortunate perhaps that he can all but sense the hawk on his shoulder spying on his breakfast, because he's kind enough to leave some bacon and eggs for him, holding up the plate wordlessly for Remi to partake. "Mm, I know the feeling," he rumbles - both the better and worse and the impression that everyone knew all about them.
"It was kind of nice to be in Halo. I was practically a stranger. And I told Jata and Nate they were copying us, trying to run away and say fuck it to the gods." He smirks. "It will come back to bite them I think. Same as it did us."
a star in someone else's sky
