RONIN
The warning is heeded - for the moment, anyway - and although Ronin is very busy with his preening, with a grumble of agreement, he does concede that no monster, Longnight or otherwise, ever needs tempting. "Or perhaps we can pick up some gold or silver, and fix this vase with it. I heard that some people do that, so the broken thing ends up even more beautiful than it was in the beginning," he says. There's a comparison to be drawn there, he knows it, but it feels like too obvious a point to make.
And so while the phoenix in him tries to groom manticore feathers and the luxere merely enjoys being close, a second Ronin pops into existence somewhere near the open doorway. "Maybe we should buy a shovel as well," he suggests, his double very artfully kicking the snow out of the way so he can shut out the cold.
"Mm, I will think on it then. It will be Flowerbirth before we go, so I suppose weather won't be much of a factor." Unless Halo, because it's always colder than a witch's tit there. "For now, we could rig it so it doesn't collapse over breakfast?" And maybe Ronin should, y'know, get his whole entire weight off it at some point too.
And so while the phoenix in him tries to groom manticore feathers and the luxere merely enjoys being close, a second Ronin pops into existence somewhere near the open doorway. "Maybe we should buy a shovel as well," he suggests, his double very artfully kicking the snow out of the way so he can shut out the cold.
"Mm, I will think on it then. It will be Flowerbirth before we go, so I suppose weather won't be much of a factor." Unless Halo, because it's always colder than a witch's tit there. "For now, we could rig it so it doesn't collapse over breakfast?" And maybe Ronin should, y'know, get his whole entire weight off it at some point too.
one more wish for you
