RONIN
"Long and uninteresting books. The Loreseekers. I may try to speak with the Fae, to see if they have any information in the Observatory I've heard they've got..." Ronin rubbed at the back of his head again, thoughtful this time; there were plenty of options, but the lady before him was clearly the preferred choice - for a multitude of reasons, it seems.
And yet as Safrin stepped closer, Ronin did not feel quite... safe. It was not like their previous interactions, filled with affection and laughter and love. No, this was different in a way too subtle for him to really understand right now, and he found his eyes fixing on the flower spinning between her fingertips.
Forget it, he wanted to say. I wanted only to ask if it was possible.
"And what would you tell me to do there?" he said instead.
And yet as Safrin stepped closer, Ronin did not feel quite... safe. It was not like their previous interactions, filled with affection and laughter and love. No, this was different in a way too subtle for him to really understand right now, and he found his eyes fixing on the flower spinning between her fingertips.
Forget it, he wanted to say. I wanted only to ask if it was possible.
"And what would you tell me to do there?" he said instead.
one more wish for you
