brand new start

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It absolutely was the sort of supervision that Seren was getting too old for - and Ronin knows that he's being unreasonable, deep down, and he'll be giving himself a stern talking to when he next gets the chance. But for now his ridiculous needs seem to be met, his daughter is clinging to his back, and they are marching away towards the Dragon's Nest in the middle of the night. Was it in the direction Seren had pointed? No. But that's fine. "As long as you're not hurting your feet, you don't have to wear them," Ronin concedes with a bright grin, his cheek smooshed against Seren's. There's no need for her to make herself lighter, not with how the world has shaped the Star, but he appreciates it nonetheless. "So do you stay in your little pocket island?" he asks. "Or shall we set you up with a proper room at the barracks?"