and on to the glory at my right hand
"Of that I have no doubt, but we are on the edge of some very steep cliffs," Ronin points out around his milkshake. "And I feel as though Tobi will not thank me for delegating to her teenage son." Not to mention potentially putting him in danger, even if his husband is absolutely correct about Everest.
He's also wondering what spongey actually means (and noisily slurping the dregs of his shake through the straw) when Melita appears, and Ronin offers a cheerful smile and a good morning! trill that's at least twice as enthusiastic as Remi's efforts. Not that Ronin doesn't consider those efforts adequate - these days, socialising at all is worthy of a celebration when it came to the Lullaby.
"Well, apparently there are bits of sail or something snagged in these here cliffs. So we'll have a swoop around and clean 'em up if we see anything, I guess!" Whistling up at the sky to call down his nimbus, he pats it to indicate that Mel should hop aboard.
"Would you mind being on the wing?" he asks Remi. "You know I love to ogle your feathers."
He's also wondering what spongey actually means (and noisily slurping the dregs of his shake through the straw) when Melita appears, and Ronin offers a cheerful smile and a good morning! trill that's at least twice as enthusiastic as Remi's efforts. Not that Ronin doesn't consider those efforts adequate - these days, socialising at all is worthy of a celebration when it came to the Lullaby.
"Well, apparently there are bits of sail or something snagged in these here cliffs. So we'll have a swoop around and clean 'em up if we see anything, I guess!" Whistling up at the sky to call down his nimbus, he pats it to indicate that Mel should hop aboard.
"Would you mind being on the wing?" he asks Remi. "You know I love to ogle your feathers."
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