RONIN
the darkstar
Dismissing his projection as the shrine comes into view, Ronin grumbles a note of longing at the idea of an oasis, and he smiles to his husband. "Wouldn't that be something. We ought to go to the Climb soon, so we can go to the hotsprings." Not that he thinks the hotsprings are a great idea right now, but once they're out of the desert? He can't think of anything he'd like more than to lounge around with Remi.
But for now there's a totem pole of bones to contend with, and while Remi might consider it alluring and gruesome, Ronin wrinkles his nose. "Are you digging for that oasis?" he asks playfully, knowing the Lullaby probably has a good reason for his digging. Leaving him to it, the Huntsman directs a few starbolts at the sand nearby, blasting it into shining glass. "Perhaps we should ask at a Rae shrine, about the plants," he suggests as he fishes out the chalk.
But for now there's a totem pole of bones to contend with, and while Remi might consider it alluring and gruesome, Ronin wrinkles his nose. "Are you digging for that oasis?" he asks playfully, knowing the Lullaby probably has a good reason for his digging. Leaving him to it, the Huntsman directs a few starbolts at the sand nearby, blasting it into shining glass. "Perhaps we should ask at a Rae shrine, about the plants," he suggests as he fishes out the chalk.
