RONIN
Hmming pointedly at that, Ronin lets the matter drop and straightens up to cast his gaze out over the turbulent waves again, wrinkling his nose. "Well, whatever the cause, it's going to make for interesting sailing," he murmurs. Happy to turn his attention back to the comparatively mundane (though for Ronin it's more important than anything else they might have to do today), the Nova nods and glances back at the beach.
"Torchline's tugboat." He grins. "Fiadh will be jealous. And that's a good idea. Shall we heave her ashore now and get it done?" Feeling thoroughly motivated all of a sudden to make their new home a reality, Ronin is already heading back to the dock to unhook the mooring rope from The Northaven.
"Ready when you are," he calls.
"Torchline's tugboat." He grins. "Fiadh will be jealous. And that's a good idea. Shall we heave her ashore now and get it done?" Feeling thoroughly motivated all of a sudden to make their new home a reality, Ronin is already heading back to the dock to unhook the mooring rope from The Northaven.
"Ready when you are," he calls.
one more wish for you
