gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Gods do so much for us, Maeve. And I think sometimes they need us in return," Ronin says warmly. "I would go to her sooner, certainly. Especially for something like this. State your intentions, put your faith where your mouth is." That, especially for someone like Safrin, is more important than anything. Reaching for another slice of cake, Ronin takes a large enough bite out of it that he can only nod his agreement with her at first.
"Of course I will. Let me know when you're going and I'll arrange to come with you. I'll be in Torchline for a few days, yet." The nimbus swoops gently downwards now, so it's not quite as precariously above the Maw, and it turns towards the tiny lights in the distance that mark out Torchline.
Humming out an exasperated sigh, he nods his agreement. "I suppose not," he says. "But at least if Torchline states its intentions, this is less likely to happen again."
"Of course I will. Let me know when you're going and I'll arrange to come with you. I'll be in Torchline for a few days, yet." The nimbus swoops gently downwards now, so it's not quite as precariously above the Maw, and it turns towards the tiny lights in the distance that mark out Torchline.
Humming out an exasperated sigh, he nods his agreement. "I suppose not," he says. "But at least if Torchline states its intentions, this is less likely to happen again."
RONIN
