there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin's nimbus has just appeared in the sky when his name - nay, his former title has him reeling, and hopefully the shock and surprise looks more as though he's just spinning on heel to look around. (Yeah, sure, that's it). "Oh! Er..." It doesn't feel right to salute back, especially given that it's been a couple of years since he was anywhere near Stormbreak, but mention of the young man's mother - and in the past tense, no doubt - is enough to mentally shake him free of his confusion.
"The pleasure is mine," he assures Koa, offering him a warm smile and stretching out a hand to shake. "You say was? I hope that's because she's now happily retired from the Dragoons," he remarks, though already the smile fading from his expression suggests that he knows the truth.
"The pleasure is mine," he assures Koa, offering him a warm smile and stretching out a hand to shake. "You say was? I hope that's because she's now happily retired from the Dragoons," he remarks, though already the smile fading from his expression suggests that he knows the truth.
RONIN
