RONIN
Ronin is dressed not dissimilarly to his husband, though he has the addition of a small white dragon curled around his shoulders, Sugar busy nosing into his ear and his hair as the woods filter away into sand and barren earth. And now that they stand at the edge of what will eventually become the Boneyard, he can't help but feel a small tremor of trepidation. With his hands in his pockets and a stick of peppermint bark between his teeth, he eyes the growing sands with blue eyes that seem darker than usual.
"Whether or not it's a pillow, let's all be careful," he suggests. The last time Ronin had come out here, a man under his command had lost his life. And gods but if he isn't tired of losing people that way. Still summoning something like a smile, he glances over his shoulder at the other members of their group. "I know a pretty good bar we can go to get a drink after this."
Ronin also only brings himself and Sugar!
"Whether or not it's a pillow, let's all be careful," he suggests. The last time Ronin had come out here, a man under his command had lost his life. And gods but if he isn't tired of losing people that way. Still summoning something like a smile, he glances over his shoulder at the other members of their group. "I know a pretty good bar we can go to get a drink after this."
Ronin also only brings himself and Sugar!
one more wish for you
