there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin can't help but laugh to hear her cheer beside him, the Huntsman keeping his eyes sharp for the marker for Aoife's grave, a sight that slices deeply into his heart no matter how many times he sees it. "It only gets tired if I get tired!" he calls back, the nimbus slowing considerably as they reach the top of the cliffs, as he spots the grave site in the distance. "And I don't get tired all that much," he adds.
Falling predictably quiet, as if this is no different to climbing the stairs in the guildhouse when Aoife was napping, Ronin's nimbus lowers to the ground a few feet away from the marker, the Huntsman climbing off and holding out his hands to help Flora get down as well. "Alright," he says, "We're here."
Falling predictably quiet, as if this is no different to climbing the stairs in the guildhouse when Aoife was napping, Ronin's nimbus lowers to the ground a few feet away from the marker, the Huntsman climbing off and holding out his hands to help Flora get down as well. "Alright," he says, "We're here."
RONIN
