wonderland

Ronin winced to Remi, unable to deny the truth in his words. Did and didn't was about right. He could have always said no, after all - but as Remi had said, that wasn't who he was. "Well, just remind me as often as I need about how much trouble and grief I've caused us. I want to make sure I'm always held accountable - and it's a good excuse to spoil you with gifts." He winked. Weighing the axe in his hands, he looked over it as well as Remi examined the tool-turned-weapon. A felling axe, by the look of it, comfortably wielded in one or two hands, the handle smoothed in places by the grip of a man who would never hold it again. "Oh, ha ha. It felt rude to ask - you've already done enough for me." Smiling, Ronin shrugged down at the axe. "Making it a little more sturdy would definitely be a plus," he agreed. "And perhaps make it so I can't lose it?" He laughed awkwardly; having it return to his hand when called wasn't a bad shout, though. taliesin a long and lonesome road