there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Mmhm," Ronin murmurs, nodding gently and almost looking past Flora when she steps by him. It's as though they have gone full circle, but instead of awkward and roiling irritation, it's just an exhausted sort of acceptance that bubbles between them, Ronin exiting the lighthouse and ensuring it's shut behind them before he sets off once more across the grasses and the shale.
"It shouldn't take long to get to the Court of the Stars. You might see Torchline's queen there, Maeve. Perhaps she'll make tea for you." And once he's done that, he can go and find his son and give him a gentle shove towards the same place, because gods know that Ronin is no good for the girl he's been leading around all day.
"It shouldn't take long to get to the Court of the Stars. You might see Torchline's queen there, Maeve. Perhaps she'll make tea for you." And once he's done that, he can go and find his son and give him a gentle shove towards the same place, because gods know that Ronin is no good for the girl he's been leading around all day.
RONIN
