when you become a dream you can never hold a hand

RONIN

the white knight

you and I burned out our steam

With no telepathy and without Flora being able to use the Attuned bond, Ronin is left quite in the dark on the deck with the bottle of champagne, eyebrows softly raised as if expecting all of this to make sense eventually. He at least realises at some point that the Doubletake is arranging to take The Sugar Tide on a voyage, though it's only as the world shifts under his feet that he realises they're going up instead of sailing out, and he reaches to grip the railing with one hand. (She'll kill him if he drops the bottle and he knows it).

"Gods, you didn't waste time with this," Ronin breathes, clearly impressed in his tone if not by the obvious, boyish grin that spreads across his face. Waiting until they're drifting steadily through clouds and away from the main dock, the Knight straightens up and passes Flora the champagne as he waits for instructions. 

Tilting his head, his smile growing mischievous and conspiring, he nods his acquiescence and lets pale draconic wings burst from his shoulders, spreading wide to warm in the sunshine. "Alright, hold tight," he says - to him and to the alcohol - before scooping her into his arms and hopping overboard.

A few hard beats of his wings keeps them airborne, Ronin directing them up to the bow of the ship where Flora can properly christen her at last.

chasing someone else's dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!