RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
As she'll soon discover, there is no need for a single trial or test when every day is about to become one. For as many dragoons-in-training that enter the Nest, scarce few earn their proverbial wings and scales. Ronin ruffles a hand through his damp hair and shrugs, flashing a smile her way. "That was my thinking," he says. "It's hardly the lap of luxury, but it keeps the rain off a heck of a lot more than this." He gestures to the open air.
The conversation turns back to dragons, then, and he glances to the creature resting on the wall with a softer smile. "Not exactly," he murmurs. "It's a pretty personal thing. If circumstances haven't bonded you with a dragon by the time your training is almost complete, a lot of recruits are sent out into the Wilds. Sort of like a finding yourself kind of journey. I've heard most come back with their dragons, if that's the case." Store bought aren't possible, unfortunately. Neither is there a convenient hatchery.
The conversation turns back to dragons, then, and he glances to the creature resting on the wall with a softer smile. "Not exactly," he murmurs. "It's a pretty personal thing. If circumstances haven't bonded you with a dragon by the time your training is almost complete, a lot of recruits are sent out into the Wilds. Sort of like a finding yourself kind of journey. I've heard most come back with their dragons, if that's the case." Store bought aren't possible, unfortunately. Neither is there a convenient hatchery.
show me your darkness.
