there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I think that would work well." For his part, Ronin's large hand closes around Flora's with the ease of any father - he's far from new at this role, and it's one he still guards closely in his heart. "Here - there are a few lilies that look like flames. Perhaps we'll get a few of those?" He nods at the flowers in question, and the florist dutifully wraps them up along with the creamy, star shaped flowers for Safrin.
"Would you like to hold them?" he asks of the lilies, offering them out to Flora. "I think it might be easier for us to fly up to the Aumakua, with all of these things. Have you ever been flying on a cloud before?" Maybe there's a hint of mischief in his eyes. He'll never tell.
"Would you like to hold them?" he asks of the lilies, offering them out to Flora. "I think it might be easier for us to fly up to the Aumakua, with all of these things. Have you ever been flying on a cloud before?" Maybe there's a hint of mischief in his eyes. He'll never tell.
RONIN
