arms give away your need
Ronin is mid-drink when Deimos mentions a potential Flowerbirth hunt, but even so, it's difficult to hide the way his blue eyes light up. Lowering his mug - and using a napkin to swipe the foam mustache off his stubble - he offers the other man a lopsided smile and a nod. "I think that would be fun," he says, because of course someone like Ronin would find that to be a grand day out. (He is called the Huntsman, after all). "You can count me in. I'll see if I can convince Remi."
Perhaps they'll even up the ante by only using physical weapons and items, rather than the magic coursing through their veins. Speaking of the physical, though, Ronin tries to find the words to describe the current state of Remi's wounds. "...It has been a long year," he explains eventually. "Until recently his arm was unusable, after pulling out the Core. After Safrin called us, though, I suggested he go to visit Ludo. It seems to have been able to help. His wings are still a wreck, though."
Perhaps they'll even up the ante by only using physical weapons and items, rather than the magic coursing through their veins. Speaking of the physical, though, Ronin tries to find the words to describe the current state of Remi's wounds. "...It has been a long year," he explains eventually. "Until recently his arm was unusable, after pulling out the Core. After Safrin called us, though, I suggested he go to visit Ludo. It seems to have been able to help. His wings are still a wreck, though."
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
