RONIN
Complain regardless? Ronin guesses with a pulse of smug enjoyment, shaking his tail feathers out to make sure his pathway is appropriately snow-free. Mmhm. He said something about how disappointed he was in me. I had to tell him that, much as it would be nice to not have to pick sides in a war, being Safrin's demigod does make it rather difficult to say no.
He glances up in time to see the snowball lancing towards his face, clicking his beak even as it melts, allowing the phoenix to preen and fan out his feathers happily. Can birds even sing off-key? he inquires, sneakily shifting back, though the ruff of gold and scarlet feathers around his neck do clad him in black leather and keep him warm. Scooping up a snowball of his own, he tries to lob it at the back of Remi's head.
"Maybe the Sea of Branches will sell a music box, though I don't know how magical it will be." He grins.
He glances up in time to see the snowball lancing towards his face, clicking his beak even as it melts, allowing the phoenix to preen and fan out his feathers happily. Can birds even sing off-key? he inquires, sneakily shifting back, though the ruff of gold and scarlet feathers around his neck do clad him in black leather and keep him warm. Scooping up a snowball of his own, he tries to lob it at the back of Remi's head.
"Maybe the Sea of Branches will sell a music box, though I don't know how magical it will be." He grins.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
