[DROP] dance of the naiad

Ronin blamed coming back to life for this. He often found himself awake during the night, stargazing or thinking or merely caught up in the wonder of it all (it all being the fact that he was still living, still breathing, still here). So he had been awake, or at least present for the sudden stirring of will-o-wisps, visible even from the Outskirts of the Hollowed Grounds. It explained his presence at the Sea of Branches. What it didn't explain was the raccoon he carried in his arms, snuggled against his chest like a stuffed animal. "Sorry," he was mumbling to it - to Remi, really, trying not to seem as tired as he was. "Figured you wouldn't want to miss this. At least you didn't have to walk." He yawned. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.