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Ronan had taken the grand opportunity of the Luau to escape from... well, everyone. So he was sitting in the preserve, underneath the cloudy sky, wishing for starlight. Around him was a glittering circle of characters in the Speech, creating a space in which he could work in peace.
He was protected from the elements, and any wild creatures that might wander by; he was also protected from anyone who might wander by and wish him a solid maiming. Or a frying pan to the head. It was in this space, protected by the one thing he felt he could rely on, that he let himself fall into his meditations.
For Ronan knew that he was the only one who could sort this out.
(OOC: Establishy. Ronan's meditating in the Preserve for the next bit. I'll be around on AIM and suchlike, but it would be OOC of Ronan to be around people right now, before he's got this figured out. Not for interaction.)
He was protected from the elements, and any wild creatures that might wander by; he was also protected from anyone who might wander by and wish him a solid maiming. Or a frying pan to the head. It was in this space, protected by the one thing he felt he could rely on, that he let himself fall into his meditations.
For Ronan knew that he was the only one who could sort this out.
(OOC: Establishy. Ronan's meditating in the Preserve for the next bit. I'll be around on AIM and suchlike, but it would be OOC of Ronan to be around people right now, before he's got this figured out. Not for interaction.)
