RONIN
"That they are," Ronin murmurs about Sunjata, his tone a great deal darker than before. "I would advise you to stay away from him. I used to think we were good friends, that it meant something. But he only cares about not being a part of the war, and about whether or not he can do the same for Nate. At this point I'd say he was on the Ascended side of things."
The smell of burning flesh isn't as abhorrent as it used to be, and Ronin supposes he can thank the dragon in his blood for that. Still, he shoves it down low into his stomach as he sets the bow down, stepping up beside Maeve. One arm moves around her shoulders to steady her, while the other cups beneath her injured hand, careful not to graze the scorched flesh. "Close your eyes," he warns as something bright begins to pulse and glow deep within his chest. "This can be a bit bright."
The smell of burning flesh isn't as abhorrent as it used to be, and Ronin supposes he can thank the dragon in his blood for that. Still, he shoves it down low into his stomach as he sets the bow down, stepping up beside Maeve. One arm moves around her shoulders to steady her, while the other cups beneath her injured hand, careful not to graze the scorched flesh. "Close your eyes," he warns as something bright begins to pulse and glow deep within his chest. "This can be a bit bright."
one more wish for you
