Starfall

Kalt smirked when Ashe yelped, but she didn’t acknowledge it any further. He used to enjoy trying to startle her, but with the bond it was increasingly difficult. And now he had done it without even trying! Figures.    “Welcome back to the land of the living, Ronin,” he said, giving the man a half-smirk and handing over his tunic to the man. He would get it back another time, but it would fit Ronin similarly to a dress, falling to his knees and able to cover a decent amount as long as the front flaps didn’t fly open.    His hand drew back when the man got up on his own, and he was suddenly relieved that Ronin had rejected the assistance, as he realized that he had forgotten to put his gloves on again. He quickly pulled them from his pocket and covered the bare skin, turning his eyes to Ashe with a flashed grin.    The man climbed from the pit and met Kysma’s pushy snout with a gentle stroke. “I’m heading back for Theea, blue,” he said, mounting the ebony unicorn smoothly and taking her reins in his hand. “Be nice to him, and I’ll see you back home!” He turned Kysma around, avoiding Percy and taking off at a steady canter, letting his equine rest a bit after their mad dash. KALT Damned if you do; Bored if you don’t.