RONIN
the dark star
The Fae know Ronin, because of course they do. Taking the letter and flitting off into the Greatwood with it, Melita will only need to peruse the stalls for perhaps thirty minutes more before Ronin appears through the trees; he'd been hunting a wild boar, but muffins offered much more instant gratification, so here he is.
With Sugar coiled around his shoulders and her snout nuzzled against his dark hair, it might seem like a sheer act of affection between bonded, but honestly, the dragon is the coldest thing Ronin can find in Longheat. And she makes a good ice pack. Still, he raises a hand in greeting with Melita and crosses a small bridge to come and say hello properly.
"I didn't expect a message from you, of all people." He smiles. "Is everything alright? What's going on?"
With Sugar coiled around his shoulders and her snout nuzzled against his dark hair, it might seem like a sheer act of affection between bonded, but honestly, the dragon is the coldest thing Ronin can find in Longheat. And she makes a good ice pack. Still, he raises a hand in greeting with Melita and crosses a small bridge to come and say hello properly.
"I didn't expect a message from you, of all people." He smiles. "Is everything alright? What's going on?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
