the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Oh? I don't know if I have seen either," Ronin admits of the cloud and lava wyrms, though his own gaze is pinned on the snowy creatures above them now. It's less that he's hypocritical and more that his attention span is sorely lacking, because now people have to weave around the two of them. Oh well. Glancing at the treat nestled in her palm, Ronin grins. "I think they like it up there too much," he suggests as they're joyfully snowed upon. "Maybe if you toss it into the air...?"
Then Lena ruins it with questions like how have you been, and the Huntsman lets out a heavy sigh. "Oh, the usual. Preparing for war, hunting relics, hoping Stormbreak stays standing... How about you?" It's likely just as much of a can of worms to ask Lena as it is to answer the query himself. But such is etiquette, Ronin supposes.
Then Lena ruins it with questions like how have you been, and the Huntsman lets out a heavy sigh. "Oh, the usual. Preparing for war, hunting relics, hoping Stormbreak stays standing... How about you?" It's likely just as much of a can of worms to ask Lena as it is to answer the query himself. But such is etiquette, Ronin supposes.
