there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
The jingling has taken Ronin out of his instinctive need for ruin and carnage, and in the time it takes for the honeybee girl to find him in his glade, a whole host of jingle bugs have come to settle upon the dragon. His reptilian eyes have crossed to locate the one on his snout, and a long, spiny tail sweeps across the snow in a lazy arc, much like a cat that might possibly be tempted to play.
He has just raised his head in an attempt to snuff the bug off his nose when a voice rings through the air, Ronin glancing up enough to set a few of the bugs ringing and zooming around him, Fangorn and Melita. Hallo, Mel! he greets her in a voice she won't hear, and what erupts from his throat in a vocalisation probably won't sound nearly as jovial.
Luckily for them, a familiar pale reptile is also hitching a ride on Ronin's back. Sugar pops up from between the starry dragon's horns, trilling a similar greeting and swooping down into the snow near Fangorn. The season has her in a good mood, what can she say?
He has just raised his head in an attempt to snuff the bug off his nose when a voice rings through the air, Ronin glancing up enough to set a few of the bugs ringing and zooming around him, Fangorn and Melita. Hallo, Mel! he greets her in a voice she won't hear, and what erupts from his throat in a vocalisation probably won't sound nearly as jovial.
Luckily for them, a familiar pale reptile is also hitching a ride on Ronin's back. Sugar pops up from between the starry dragon's horns, trilling a similar greeting and swooping down into the snow near Fangorn. The season has her in a good mood, what can she say?
ronin
