the baffled king composing hallelujah
"A healing fountain? That's new. I imagine it's been put in place by Maeve?" Ronin guesses; it's a good idea, in truth, especially given how Torchline seems to be a melting pot of all sorts. "The bonfires were always fun, though I don't think I ever got to enjoy them properly at LongNight." It's always been a time of tension for one reason or another, for the Huntsman, but perhaps this year would prove him wrong (unlikely).
"It's still a type of fun, right?" Ronin reasons, glancing up as another chiming flurry of jingle bugs buzzes past, though they're gone from the clearing almost as soon as they arrive; the prospect of another dragon probably put them off, he reasons. As Mel talks of Seren, though, Ronin smiles back down at her. "She's very spirited," he says of his daughter. "You should see the place for yourself to judge it, if you get the chance."
"It's still a type of fun, right?" Ronin reasons, glancing up as another chiming flurry of jingle bugs buzzes past, though they're gone from the clearing almost as soon as they arrive; the prospect of another dragon probably put them off, he reasons. As Mel talks of Seren, though, Ronin smiles back down at her. "She's very spirited," he says of his daughter. "You should see the place for yourself to judge it, if you get the chance."
