RONIN
the darkstar
"So do I... but I don't think that's a good enough reason to close the skyport we just built. At least until Flowerbirth, it will continue to be quiet even if it's open." Ronin says with an air of apology, snuggled into his scarf and coat and meandering through the snow towards the Crimson Cataract. He hasn't long woken up, but the crisp air serves as a great substitute for caffeine, and when the waterfall and the red lichen come into view, he can only echo Remi's sentiment.
"I imagine she'll find it quite endearing on the outside, but be seething on the inside," he murmurs with a wince regarding Safrin. "I'd really rather not think about it, honestly." He does have his offering for Frey, though, producing a bouquet of snowdrops carefully uprooted from the frozen ground with roots still attached. He plans to plant them at the shrine, and hope that they grow.
"I imagine she'll find it quite endearing on the outside, but be seething on the inside," he murmurs with a wince regarding Safrin. "I'd really rather not think about it, honestly." He does have his offering for Frey, though, producing a bouquet of snowdrops carefully uprooted from the frozen ground with roots still attached. He plans to plant them at the shrine, and hope that they grow.
