and on to the glory at my right hand
Plunged deeper into his dreams with only the call of his name from starlight lips, Ronin appears before his goddess and alongside Deimos with a respectful nod for the latter and a solemn bow for the former. Were they not suspended in the skies the Nova would have taken a knee before the lady of stars, but it feels a little strange to do so with an expanse of nothing beneath him.
With waves churning below and stars glittering overhead, one might have expected the Nova to be enthralled with the beauty of Safrin's creations; but of course all the stars in the sky are nothing compared to her beauty. Rather than repeating Deimos, Ronin stands quietly to await instruction. He remembers, too, the last time they were called together like this. But tonight it is just two of them, and he feels like something must be brewing on the horizon.
With waves churning below and stars glittering overhead, one might have expected the Nova to be enthralled with the beauty of Safrin's creations; but of course all the stars in the sky are nothing compared to her beauty. Rather than repeating Deimos, Ronin stands quietly to await instruction. He remembers, too, the last time they were called together like this. But tonight it is just two of them, and he feels like something must be brewing on the horizon.
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