I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Yes, it's Longnight," Ronin agrees. "We're dreaming, so... it doesn't really matter what time of year it is." It's not an easy explanation to give, and it doesn't even start to cover all that's happened over the last few minutes, but it's all the Star has. And when Sunjata says he wants to go home it almost breaks his fucking heart, Ronin letting out a shuddering sigh and shaking his head. "I haven't got..." He hasn't got the power to take them out of this, right now.
But he can still dream, so... he does all he knows to do in the moment. And around them the grassy field and sunny skies fade, growing rustic cabin walls and a crackling fire in a hearth. All moody blues and the rich crash of the sea and the storm outside, Ronin has conjured the place Sunjata once said he wishes he'd had, back when they'd last dreamed together. "Will this be alright, for now...?"
But he can still dream, so... he does all he knows to do in the moment. And around them the grassy field and sunny skies fade, growing rustic cabin walls and a crackling fire in a hearth. All moody blues and the rich crash of the sea and the storm outside, Ronin has conjured the place Sunjata once said he wishes he'd had, back when they'd last dreamed together. "Will this be alright, for now...?"
the dark star
