RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
Checking himself over for bits of broken glass and seeming satisfied that there isn't any, Ronin brushes off his loose linen shirt and glances up at the sound of Flora's call, already finding her amongst the cushions on the aft deck. "Yeah, sure," he says easily, ruffling a hand back through his wind-tossed hair and stepping across the deck to plop down next to the Doubletake, leaning back on one hand. Up here the world feels both louder and more quiet than down on the shores of the region, and he can almost imagine that there's no Starfall lurking nearby if he tries hard enough.
"What's up?" he asks, assuming he's about to be asked to go fetch something or to lend something or to provide another sort of favour. All of which he's happy to do, of course, providing the end result doesn't benefit a certain captain. Ronin might draw a hard stop at that.
"What's up?" he asks, assuming he's about to be asked to go fetch something or to lend something or to provide another sort of favour. All of which he's happy to do, of course, providing the end result doesn't benefit a certain captain. Ronin might draw a hard stop at that.
chasing someone else's dream
