i have died everyday waiting for you
Dawn's fingertips seem to stretch and then grow lazy, deciding perhaps that staying in bed was preferable to heralding in the day. At least, this is how it would seem to Ronin. As the Huntsman waited, the air would grow still as the quality and colour of the light around him stayed the same. Deer and other such skittish animals who shouldn't normally be so bold, began to stroll through the numerous paths leading through the trees, going about their business as if they were the only ones in the woods. Birds tittered and fluttered as a pair of foxes gave chase to a rabbit who suddenly turned about and began to chase the foxes instead in what was clearly a game of tag.
"Good morning." Said the God of death, holding two cups of tea. The mugs were horribly made clay disasters with smudged colours dolloped on the side, clearly made by a child's hand. Blowing on the rim of his as he held it out for Ronin, Mort smiled warmly. "A good day always starts with a cup of tea, don't you think?"
"Good morning." Said the God of death, holding two cups of tea. The mugs were horribly made clay disasters with smudged colours dolloped on the side, clearly made by a child's hand. Blowing on the rim of his as he held it out for Ronin, Mort smiled warmly. "A good day always starts with a cup of tea, don't you think?"
