arms give away your need
Maybe it's fate. Maybe it's gods. Or maybe Falke's luck is just really good this morning, because just as he arrives at the City Gates, Ronin flies right over them. Yeah, yeah, he's not meant to leave Stormbreak, whatever. But he's just trying to get a feel of the perimeter of his new prison home, and that involves a morning nimbus trip, alright? Either way, he realises he's been rumbled the second he spots a convenient someone right where he's landing, and Ronin dismisses the nimbus and drops down on light feet, clearing his throat.
"I won't say anything if you don't," he offers by way of a greeting, his smile the awkward kind of hopeful. Honestly, aside from Cian, the Star hasn't even really met anyone here who might be considered the authority, and he's sort of concerned for the Stormbreak Dragoons, apparently very formidable and mighty and... a bit... lacking, honestly.
"I won't say anything if you don't," he offers by way of a greeting, his smile the awkward kind of hopeful. Honestly, aside from Cian, the Star hasn't even really met anyone here who might be considered the authority, and he's sort of concerned for the Stormbreak Dragoons, apparently very formidable and mighty and... a bit... lacking, honestly.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
