i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
Any real admirer of Ronin's, secret or otherwise, would absolutely know to pack more than just a few berries for the Huntsman to snack on, so worry not. Just now there is the sound of movement and the whisper of fabric, as the admirer who is absolutely not Remi reaches for both of Ronin's hands to guide them behind his back. Though he's blindfolded, no doubt Ronin can guess the colour of silk that's being used to bind his wrists together.
Once this is done, the picnic basket whines and groans again but rather than the scent of something sweet filling the air, this time the Huntsman will detect bark, grass, and dried lavender. Next comes the sound of a match being struck followed by the hiss of flames. The fire is either not very close or not very large because hardly any heat will reach the Huntsman. After a moment's preparation, gloved hands returned to Ronin—specifically his shoulders. There seems to be the right number of fingers within said gloves for those who may be counting, but perhaps Ronin isn't given how they work at the muscles of his shoulders, mindful of how his hands are bound behind his back.
The coppery smell of meat rises from the flames and dried spices and we can be quite sure that so far out in the jungle, Ronin and his admirer are not the only ones who can smell it.
Once this is done, the picnic basket whines and groans again but rather than the scent of something sweet filling the air, this time the Huntsman will detect bark, grass, and dried lavender. Next comes the sound of a match being struck followed by the hiss of flames. The fire is either not very close or not very large because hardly any heat will reach the Huntsman. After a moment's preparation, gloved hands returned to Ronin—specifically his shoulders. There seems to be the right number of fingers within said gloves for those who may be counting, but perhaps Ronin isn't given how they work at the muscles of his shoulders, mindful of how his hands are bound behind his back.
The coppery smell of meat rises from the flames and dried spices and we can be quite sure that so far out in the jungle, Ronin and his admirer are not the only ones who can smell it.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
