everything has its wonders
"Oh, not useless. I imagine I would be quite beautiful for the one time I was able to shift - I'd just have to make sure I made the most of it before I burned up." Ronin grins, careful to fan his wing back as Maeve approaches with her box. The crimson feather is placed gently inside, Ronin equally as curious as to whether it will remain safe in there, before he nods and lets himself shift back entirely. Shivering as his clothes melt back into place, he raises an eyebrow to hear Maeve mention his husband.
"Ah," he says, wincing. "You'll forgive me for not finding much humour in that." Ronin knows there is no love lost between his husband and his goddess. Reminders are everywhere, it seems, even in places like this one. Still, pulling himself together, Ronin sinks back down onto the edge of the fountain. "So - Queen of Torchline, hm? Any interesting plans for the place?"
"Ah," he says, wincing. "You'll forgive me for not finding much humour in that." Ronin knows there is no love lost between his husband and his goddess. Reminders are everywhere, it seems, even in places like this one. Still, pulling himself together, Ronin sinks back down onto the edge of the fountain. "So - Queen of Torchline, hm? Any interesting plans for the place?"
even darkness and silence
