there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Smiling mischievously now, Ronin still tries to chase after Flora's foot, though this time it's to try and put her sandal back on and to hastily tie the strap as a quick fix. He'll find something more permanent later, he thinks. "Good," he says of her being okay, rising back to his feet and holding out his hand to help her up as well. Which is convenient, because that's what she's asking for too.
"Sure," he murmurs with a warmer smile this time. "It isn't too far, but you'll have to keep pace with my old bones this time." And so they set off, his nimbus still listing at their heels, until the Aumakua towers before them. "Now, we can either fly up, or we can be boring and take the stairs," he says to Flora. "Which do you want to do?"
"Sure," he murmurs with a warmer smile this time. "It isn't too far, but you'll have to keep pace with my old bones this time." And so they set off, his nimbus still listing at their heels, until the Aumakua towers before them. "Now, we can either fly up, or we can be boring and take the stairs," he says to Flora. "Which do you want to do?"
RONIN
