[SEASONAL EVENT][OPEN] Slim Pickings

Ronin turned at the greeting, half expecting to see someone that he knew but finding himself pleasantly surprised. He smiled in return, raising the hand he'd previously been using to pick the apples to wave a greeting. "Hello!" he called back, realising that the stranger, too, was carrying apples. "Looking to collect some fruit as well? You're welcome to join me - there's plenty here." The white dragonling trilled her agreement, the icy crabapple clutched between her two front claws, her silvery slip of a tail curled about his neck and shoulders for balance. As she called to their new acquaintance Ronin seemed to recognise the other man's hesitation or shock or... any other number of things it might be. "It's alright," he assured him, "she is quite friendly, though if you have any cured meat on you I can't promise she won't rifle through your pockets for it." He grinned. "I'm Ronin, by the way." TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST