RONIN
the darkstar
They come from the sky, and Ronin smiles as he watches Nephele land first, followed by the familiar avian shape of his husband. Wincing at the beak that comes clicking against his ear, he leans into the silken feathery touch, reaching up with a careful finger to rub at the down around Remi's neck. It is nowhere near lunch time. I told you I had an errand to run first, he informs him, his amusement pulsing through the bond to both Fae and Lullaby.
"Well I am so glad you brought that up," he drawls to Nephele with a grin. "Since you're here, maybe you can grab one and help me out? You too?" Smiling hopefully up at Remi, Ronin bends to grab his own shovel.
The first round involves digging some holes for the tree saplings!
No post order.
"Well I am so glad you brought that up," he drawls to Nephele with a grin. "Since you're here, maybe you can grab one and help me out? You too?" Smiling hopefully up at Remi, Ronin bends to grab his own shovel.
The first round involves digging some holes for the tree saplings!
No post order.
