this madness of now

How Ronin was supposed to get it right while naming the mare was beyond him, but he had lost track of how many things Remi could do by now, and speaking with animals might well be on the list. ”Her name is Molly. Molly the mare,” he said proudly, thinking it quite the personable name if he did say so himself. Relaxing back into the foliage and listening to the crackle and spit of the cooking fire, Ronin was utterly ravenous by the time they actually got to eat. He was thoroughly enjoying Remi’s version of catch of the day, glancing up only as a token gesture when the alchemist pointed out their entourage. ”I’m afraid there’s only enough fish for the two of us, and even then that’s pushing it. Curious little things though, aren’t they? Go on, oh mighty speaker of birbs. What do they say?” He grinned at Remi. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.