there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh, she's quite alright," Ronin says of the little dragon, tilting his head at Pip. "Reminds me of my own, when she was just a hatchling." Of course, Sugar hadn't really grown past housecat size so she's still considered tiny, but her personality more than makes up for it. Koa's fingers squeeze against his grip and the good humour between them quickly fades, the Supernova reaching out to clasp the boy's hand between both of his own.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he says, and he means it. "I'm sure she fought very bravely." Releasing him, Ronin inhales deeply and lets it out again, conjuring a softer smile. "Please, call me Ronin," he says. "And you are part of the dragoons, too? I imagine your mother would be very proud."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he says, and he means it. "I'm sure she fought very bravely." Releasing him, Ronin inhales deeply and lets it out again, conjuring a softer smile. "Please, call me Ronin," he says. "And you are part of the dragoons, too? I imagine your mother would be very proud."
RONIN
