{SEASONAL THREAD} Kindness of Strangers

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Arthur was not alone in the fields, but Ronin was out there for much different reasons. His LongNight had been... harrowing, to say the least, but Vervain was keeping an eye on Aoife in the Woodlands for a bit, giving him some time to walk, to clear his head... and obviously to fuss over his dragonet. Sugar had been growing exponentially since he'd hatched her at the beginning of Deepfrost, now the size of a small cat, but the pale reptile hadn't been given much of an opportunity to stretch her wings as of late. So Ronin strolled through the long grasses, the pale sun warming his shoulders and his back, a soft breeze tousling his unruly hair. Undoubtedly he looked more tired, more gaunt than before, but there was light returning to his blue eyes. Slowly, but surely. On his right hand he wore a falconer's glove, though he wasn't expecting a bird. Above him, Sugar soared on the currents, trilling her pleasure at being out and about, her ice blue eyes soon finding something exciting to investigate in the form of a... man. With a stick. And snacks. "Oi!" Ronin called up to her, laughing as she descended in the distance, making him break into a run to catch up with her. Before he could stop her, Sugar had landed in Arthur's wake, already nosing at the seeds and thoroughly ruining anything he was trying to do. "Hey, quit that! Sorry!" he called to the stranger.