the baffled king composing hallelujah
"You're asking to be walked into, you know," Ronin almost croons to Lena as he comes to sidle up beside her. He had seen her halt more than walk, and it was the way the crowd ambled around her that drew his attention above all. "What are you looking a- oh, that's interesting." He's followed her gaze by now, naturally, up to the wyrm snowing on them overhead.
Ronin, of course, is clad in clothes befitting Deepfrost, his rosy cheeks rounding beneath his scarf with his smile. "They remind me of Sugar," he confesses, wondering whether he needs to scour the sky for his dragon in the meantime. "Have you ever seen them before?"
Ronin, of course, is clad in clothes befitting Deepfrost, his rosy cheeks rounding beneath his scarf with his smile. "They remind me of Sugar," he confesses, wondering whether he needs to scour the sky for his dragon in the meantime. "Have you ever seen them before?"
