like waves in the sea

there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory

Ronin is the selfish one, perhaps, for making this moment about him, but it has been some time since he last came to visit his eldest daughter. It has taken him off guard, but he does his best to move past it. Inhaling deeply and turning away from the grave, he moves back towards the nimbus and nods to Flora. "Of course it can. You can put whatever you like on there," he says, clicking his tongue for his nimbus to come closer.

Making sure that his flowers and vase are arranged appropriately, he glances back to Flora. "Would you like to ride on it as well, while we walk to the lighthouse?" he offers, nodding at the cloud. "Wouldn't want to wear you out before you've bene in Torchline for even a day."

RONIN