I swear I still believe but I don't know
It has easily been a day or more since Ronin last closed his eyes to sleep, such that even his demigodly endurance (and that updated stats list, heyooo) has reached its limit. But still - the Ark is back on Torchline's shores and their daughter is safely aboard, alive and healing, and there have been no further nasty surprises on the way back. Even so, the trajectory the Knight takes is a little shaky at best as he descends towards the deck of the Northaven, and his landing is sloppy enough to have the little houseboat rocking a bit.
"Sorry," he calls out in a voice made rough by extended flight, Ronin shrugging away his wings to avoid having them drag on the ground behind him as he heads inside. "Remi? I'm home." A redundant remark, yes, but whatever. Raking his fingers through wind-tossed hair and pausing to press the heels of his palms against his eyes as if to relish the few seconds of darkness, Ronin is trying to kick off his shoes at the same time as he's shrugging out of his coat, and he's got about ten seconds, give or take, before one of the tasks causes him to trip and fall.
"Sorry," he calls out in a voice made rough by extended flight, Ronin shrugging away his wings to avoid having them drag on the ground behind him as he heads inside. "Remi? I'm home." A redundant remark, yes, but whatever. Raking his fingers through wind-tossed hair and pausing to press the heels of his palms against his eyes as if to relish the few seconds of darkness, Ronin is trying to kick off his shoes at the same time as he's shrugging out of his coat, and he's got about ten seconds, give or take, before one of the tasks causes him to trip and fall.
the white knight
