I swear I still believe but I don't know
Trilling her pleasure, Sugar settled back around Ronin's shoulders when the not-so-stranger retracted his hand, the hunter offering his dragonlet a brief smile before taking another healthy gulp of his drink. It was painful - very painful, and he didn't know if that would ever change - but even so, Ronin was not the wreck who had been dropped into Torchline. Putting down his half finished mug, he nodded quietly at the suggestion to go outside. Bidding farewell to the bartender, he rose to his feet and swept himself off leading the way out of the tavern.
"She was never meant to live. She and Vanya..." He shrugged. "Safrin saved her. She was born with the stars in her eyes. Her name was Aoife." Past tense. Was. Simple facts were all he could manage, really, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I made her a small marker, up at the lighthouse. If you ever wanted to go and visit."
"She was never meant to live. She and Vanya..." He shrugged. "Safrin saved her. She was born with the stars in her eyes. Her name was Aoife." Past tense. Was. Simple facts were all he could manage, really, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I made her a small marker, up at the lighthouse. If you ever wanted to go and visit."
the dark star
