you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
It's a fucking nightmare right now, honestly, but with Remi gone to the Greatwood and Ronin left with the space he'd requested (and regrets), there's little more that he can do but make good on a notice he'd pinned just inside the Tower doors that morning. He'd offered training to any member of the Order who wants it, and until someone shows up to take him up on the offer, he's left punching the life out of a training dummy on his own.
One might assume it to be cathartic in a way, under the beaming LongHeat sun and with few dragoons about to watch, but there aren't really dummies that are sturdy enough for Ronin to take out his feelings on. So he works on precision rather than strength (hating it all the while), his shirt abandoned, his shoulders already reddened by the sun.
One might assume it to be cathartic in a way, under the beaming LongHeat sun and with few dragoons about to watch, but there aren't really dummies that are sturdy enough for Ronin to take out his feelings on. So he works on precision rather than strength (hating it all the while), his shirt abandoned, his shoulders already reddened by the sun.
The huntsman
