I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin can barely manage a mumbled apology to Remi as he exits the houseboat - in the same way that the Lullaby is sometimes called to Ludo to do its bidding, Ronin is pulled on a starlit string towards the Observatory. The world is black as pitch, lit only by a pillar of starlight to give the Huntsman an idea about where to go, and he's blazing a trail as well with his dazzle. The woods don't even consider messing with him tonight, the trees parting to the Sidhe Village, and soon enough Ronin is ascending the steps to the shrine.
"Safrin," he says, the word sounding like an apology, a greeting and a question all in one. He knows it has been some time since he has last seen his lady, and he doesn't have her relic to show for it. That still sits with Remi, and he's still trying to find a way to broach the subject with his husband. He can only imagine that Safrin is exquisitely pissed off about it.
"Safrin," he says, the word sounding like an apology, a greeting and a question all in one. He knows it has been some time since he has last seen his lady, and he doesn't have her relic to show for it. That still sits with Remi, and he's still trying to find a way to broach the subject with his husband. He can only imagine that Safrin is exquisitely pissed off about it.
RONIN
