you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
It's decided, then. Offering a smile to Remi that in no way reaches his eyes, Ronin whistles for his nimbus. And as Seren circles closer, he reaches out an arm to pull her close for a moment, pressing a kiss against her dark hair. "You sit on the nimbus with your brother," he suggests, lifting Mateo onto the cloud when it arrives and watching to make sure that both he and Seren are safely aboard and holding onto each other tight.
Only then does he step back, and although it will burn most of his clothes away, crimson and golden feathers stream from his arms, cloaking him completely until, with a beat of wings, Ronin takes to the air. The Taliesin family do not linger at the festival. Questions can be asked and plans can be made on the way home.
Only then does he step back, and although it will burn most of his clothes away, crimson and golden feathers stream from his arms, cloaking him completely until, with a beat of wings, Ronin takes to the air. The Taliesin family do not linger at the festival. Questions can be asked and plans can be made on the way home.
RONIN
