there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"We are going to the Court of the Stars. But I need to pick up a few things first, from the stalls here." If there could be a frost in Torchline, it would be coming from Ronin right now. Yes, there have been many hushed conversations behind closed doors. Conversations with petulant do I have tos and but I don't cares and fine but I'm going to complain about its. And so here they are, a broad shouldered demigod of Safrin and a girl at his heels, the same age Aoife likely would have been by this point.
Eventually he does slow his steps by a fraction, as if he can almost hear the fatigue in her little legs, but he doesn't look at her. Not quite - only out of the corner of his eyes. "Is there anything you would like, while your brother has escaped?" Mateo had run away into the beaches claiming he had very important work to do with Everest, and that had been that, pretty much.
Eventually he does slow his steps by a fraction, as if he can almost hear the fatigue in her little legs, but he doesn't look at her. Not quite - only out of the corner of his eyes. "Is there anything you would like, while your brother has escaped?" Mateo had run away into the beaches claiming he had very important work to do with Everest, and that had been that, pretty much.
RONIN
