Ram saw she was struggling a bit to keep up. Either from having already expended energy from before or him overestimating her speed. She had said she jogged daily right? Though he supposed not while under cannon fire and hail of arrows. Shit. What speed was jogging for “normal people”? Hell, even if he knew, a fellow changeling hardly qualified as normal. Ram tried to adjust speed to something more sustainable, though it made it feel like he was pretending to run while actually walking.
“Yeah… repairing stuff isn’t really in my cards,” he said with a laugh tinged with regret “Just not the hand Fate dealt me. Can hardly hold a tool without shattering it. I’d probably fit in with security easier.” It was how he ended up in the Summer court if he was being honest. Though even then he tended to say the wrong thing it seemed.
With slower speed and more irregular trail, Ram’s feet scuffed the ground more often. However, he didn’t let that break his stride. Rather, his toed plowed through the uneven path with determination, leaving swallow grooves and kicking up chunks of dirt.
“Creative Director?” he asked, unsure whether that was an actual Freehold position below director or something to do with the entertainment venue. “Sounds important.” Even if he didn’t know what it meant.
He would say being called Titania seemed a bit on the nose but he knew he wasn’t one to talk. “Probably go with Eleanor for now.” Especially in public.
“Honestly, something I’ve been meaning to do. Settle on a… better name. Always falls by the way though. Gone by Ram for so long, I forget how weird it can sound.”
He was quiet for a bit as he shuffled along. "So, how do you like the city?" he asked. He'd given his own impression but getting the opinion of someone who lived here would probably reflect things more accurately than his short perspective.
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