RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin watched his daughter flap around pretending to be the L'ma, and felt a small smile creep across his face. It was as if something inside him was beginning to relax, to realise that for all their similarities, Seren was not Aoife, and it was okay to enjoy time with her. In response to her wave, Sugar chirped down to the girl, breathing out a blast of frosty air which fell like soft snow over the two of them.
Shaking his head at the dragon, he glanced back to Seren with a raised eyebrow, ruffling a hand through the back of his hair. She asked questions with a refreshing and innocent sort of boldness, and he found himself wanting to answer in earnest. "Well," he said. "Remi makes me very happy. So does living in Torchline, and being able to keep people safe by hunting the monsters around here." None of it was particularly specific, but the reality was that happiness was far from his mind most days. "What about you, Seren?"
Shaking his head at the dragon, he glanced back to Seren with a raised eyebrow, ruffling a hand through the back of his hair. She asked questions with a refreshing and innocent sort of boldness, and he found himself wanting to answer in earnest. "Well," he said. "Remi makes me very happy. So does living in Torchline, and being able to keep people safe by hunting the monsters around here." None of it was particularly specific, but the reality was that happiness was far from his mind most days. "What about you, Seren?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
