the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Not lightning, no. It's like... starfire, I think is the best word for it?" Ronin smiles awkwardly, still unsure how to characterise the celestial breath that erupted from his dragon form's throat. "I suppose it kind of fits in with the starry theme, right?" Brushing the snow from his coat and watching with mild amusement as Sugar bounds into a flurry much deeper than expected (she disappears), he tilts his head to hear Mel's explanation.
"Oh? Is there anything I can help you out with?" he wonders; the Greatwood is a far cry from Torchline in terms of the climate, especially when one is used to the beaches and the palms. "Mm, it was strange when I first came back too," he agrees, beginning to meander back around the clearing. "Not much has been happening, I don't think. Remi and I have a houseboat, and he's the Greatwood Guardian. I'm on his council. I'll be making a skyport in the Sidhe Village soon."
"Oh? Is there anything I can help you out with?" he wonders; the Greatwood is a far cry from Torchline in terms of the climate, especially when one is used to the beaches and the palms. "Mm, it was strange when I first came back too," he agrees, beginning to meander back around the clearing. "Not much has been happening, I don't think. Remi and I have a houseboat, and he's the Greatwood Guardian. I'm on his council. I'll be making a skyport in the Sidhe Village soon."
