brand new start

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Maybe I was," Ronin agrees, and suddenly there is something so simple and clean in the act of watching the starlit sea with his arm around his daughter that he's not sure he really wants to leave just yet. Of course they can't just stay here forever, so eventually he tears his gaze away and smiles down at Seren. "I more than like it. It's perfect for you. A little island of peace to call your own." And with their recent talk of war, that kind of respite would be few and far between. The tickle against his side has him squirming, the Star flashing a cheeky grin down at his daughter as he releases her from the hug. "Hey," he says. "I don't recall ever barging into your room." He tries not to sound too sad about it; he hadn't had the chance for that. "But I would still like to veto any friends you decide to invite in here."