RONIN
"I'll grab some tomorrow," Ronin suggests of the peppermint bark, meanwhile dutifully dragging the sled to where Remi directs. It's easy to navigate the deep snow when one is a steamy snowman, so he doesn't mind accepting the moniker. "We can carve them in front of our fire after we eat our dinner." Oh, how domestic they had become, and how Ronin really loves it.
The Huntsman doesn't mind at all, as it so happens, and he gives Remi a very baron-esque bow to prove it, though as his arm sweeps out it becomes a beautiful crimson and golden wing. A few sweeps across the ground and the heat from his phoenix feathers is enough to rid the ground of frost and snow, and he makes sure to linger near the woodpile that's already been tarped to melt any ice that might have formed upon it.
"So we stack this wood, then we go and eat stew, and then we can make those colourful ice balloon things?"
The Huntsman doesn't mind at all, as it so happens, and he gives Remi a very baron-esque bow to prove it, though as his arm sweeps out it becomes a beautiful crimson and golden wing. A few sweeps across the ground and the heat from his phoenix feathers is enough to rid the ground of frost and snow, and he makes sure to linger near the woodpile that's already been tarped to melt any ice that might have formed upon it.
"So we stack this wood, then we go and eat stew, and then we can make those colourful ice balloon things?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
