everything has its wonders
"An old trick," Ronin admits of the nimbus, letting himself float down towards the rock before allowing the cloud to dissipate in a whiff of mist, the Supernova landing softly to sit back with Hadama. Intrigued, of course, by the ice cones, Sugar makes an appearance from where she's been corralling fish into the shallows to snap them up, investigating the frozen treats with interest.
"I do try." He grins, referring to his deal making and offering out the dragon a nibble of his ice shavings, if only because she can produce more if he needs, he supposes. "Haggling in Stormbreak was much the same, but I always find Torchline to be a bit more colourful when it comes to this sort of thing."
Gazing out across the shimmering sea, Ronin tilts his head in quiet contemplation. "At least a small while," he says. "I'll be staying for the reopening of the Hanged Man at the very least. And it's not difficult to return, for me." Between a dragon's wings and a magical compass, most places are within easy reach for the Supernova these days.
"I do try." He grins, referring to his deal making and offering out the dragon a nibble of his ice shavings, if only because she can produce more if he needs, he supposes. "Haggling in Stormbreak was much the same, but I always find Torchline to be a bit more colourful when it comes to this sort of thing."
Gazing out across the shimmering sea, Ronin tilts his head in quiet contemplation. "At least a small while," he says. "I'll be staying for the reopening of the Hanged Man at the very least. And it's not difficult to return, for me." Between a dragon's wings and a magical compass, most places are within easy reach for the Supernova these days.
even darkness and silence
