you're quicksand

"You're right, I don't. But I'm learning." Ronin winks at her over the wheel; for instance, he takes note of the suggestion that isn't one, and spins the wheel to direct them out over the shining ocean rather than the craggy cliffs and their moody drops into oblivion. "Well... imagine or not, this is about as close as it gets," he murmurs honestly, letting the breeze fill him up, reaching up fingers like he might touch the stars above. Grumbling his good natured agreement about the wine, he nods at the little cabin at the back of the boat. "Maybe there's some in there," he suggests. "I can even call down my nimbus if that would make you feel better. Something for you to hold onto, though I swear I'll do my best to keep our course smooth." He winks. It's nice to get out, especially given that it doesn't sound like Tobi gets much of an opportunity, and Ronin flashes her a good natured smirk. "I did offer my dreams," he points out, before his expression grows somewhat wistful. "Actually, no," he admits. "It was going to be. We were going to travel, go on adventures, see the world, when the gods called us all to what I realise now was the Celestine. Now I'm just... I'm collecting these memories up, so I can show them to Remi and Mateo." TALIESIN they said it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me