and on to the glory at my right hand
Hak Etme doesn't give a fuck if it's Leafchange or any other season, Ronin has realised - it's hellishly hot regardless. He's trekked out towards the well in the middle of the Sunshine Pools, wiping sweat from his brow and shrugging the canteens further up and onto his shoulder until he finally spots the construction in the distance. Letting out a huff that might just be relief, he picks up his footsteps - much as he can, anyway - until he reaches the well.
"Here - you're lucky I didn't keep it all for myself," he jokes, carefully tipping the water from a couple of his canteens down and into the well. "But hopefully that makes you feel a little better." And as he leans back against the stone wall to take a pull from the remaining flask, he also feels a bit better too.
"Here - you're lucky I didn't keep it all for myself," he jokes, carefully tipping the water from a couple of his canteens down and into the well. "But hopefully that makes you feel a little better." And as he leans back against the stone wall to take a pull from the remaining flask, he also feels a bit better too.
ronin
