Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Yes. I... don't know how I know. It's like she told me. Sorry, I'm very aware how weird I'm being. I'm very cold and this all happened quite fast." Ronin laughed breathlessly, running his fingers through his hair with his free hand as his hatchling investigated Remi from the safety of his palm (apparently). As he was stared at with such confusion, Ronin responded with - of course - absolute calm. "I did," he said simply. "And that's more than I know. You've at least read the fairytales, or had them read to you." He shrugged, before glancing down to watch as Remi produced the jerky. The hatchling gazed right back up at him with eyes as bright and blue as Ronin's, though her nostrils flared at the scent of the cured meat. He was probably right to hold out his palm flat, because she scuttled out to take the jerky without a moment's hesitation. Flicking her head back, she chomped it down in no time, revealing a tiny row of razor sharp teeth. Shrieking at him in what was probably gratitude (she seemed to have found her voice), the little dragon would attempt - if she wasn't stopped - to clamber up Remi's arm and towards that pocket to investigate it for herself.