this madness of now

"Excuse me? Molly is a perfectly fine name for a mare, and I would thank you to take as much care with our wagon name," Ronin said haughtily, watching Remi turn and level his magic at their new venture. Narrowing his eyes as the letters appeared (and squinting comically to attempt to read the smaller script), Ronin snorted and turned back to his breakfast. "How wonderfully vague. Are you very sure that we won't confuse people rather than enticing them in?" Watching the birds now and relaxing back on his elbows to watch the spectacle unfold, the hunter let out a laugh that sounded genuinely, warmly amused for the first time since they'd landed in Torchline. "I feel I may not be complimenting you enough, if you have to resort to gulls to make yourself feel handsome," he quipped. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.