RONIN
Smiling to himself as he gets to his feet with the hawk balanced upon his shoulder, Ronin makes sure he has everything together before leaving the little fire and heading around to where their materials have been stored. Trusting Remi to adjust himself as needed, the Huntsman happily gets to work in examining all of their bits and pieces, alreayd having measured it out to where it would fit in the houseboat.
"Rust or clay sounds pretty good," he agrees softly, his projection stepping out at the side of him that they might start to cart things onto the boat. "Warm colours, too. Maybe with a few gold or bronze accents." If it isn't obvious that he approves, the smile on his projection's face should say as much, and Ronin heads off as well to get everything on board.
Brightening at the prospect of Remi getting them lunch, he's equally as sad to let him go - but food is food. "That sounds lovely," he rumbles, nuzzling against the Lullaby's feathers. "And no, she didn't. She mentioned it was a feather that needed to burn, for her quest for Safrin. I tried to tell her that mine don't really do that, but..." He shrugs. "Maybe she plans to set your feather on fire with mine."
"Rust or clay sounds pretty good," he agrees softly, his projection stepping out at the side of him that they might start to cart things onto the boat. "Warm colours, too. Maybe with a few gold or bronze accents." If it isn't obvious that he approves, the smile on his projection's face should say as much, and Ronin heads off as well to get everything on board.
Brightening at the prospect of Remi getting them lunch, he's equally as sad to let him go - but food is food. "That sounds lovely," he rumbles, nuzzling against the Lullaby's feathers. "And no, she didn't. She mentioned it was a feather that needed to burn, for her quest for Safrin. I tried to tell her that mine don't really do that, but..." He shrugs. "Maybe she plans to set your feather on fire with mine."
a star in someone else's sky
