and on to the glory at my right hand
Offering a mental oh, har, har, Ronin rolls his eyes at Remi (and then does, indeed ogle the tawny wings as they appear) and hops aboard the nimbus next to Melita. At least this way he can ensure that the Honeybee isn't at risk of falling into the... well, the Falling, and as Remi takes to the air, the nimbus isn't far behind. "We're doing alright," Ronin chimes to his friend as they follow after the Lullaby. "All things considered, anyway. War, relics, leadership and all that jazz."
As for exactly how the sail got caught, Ronin can only shake his head. "Perhaps it fell when one of the sky pilots was doing maintenance on a ship?" he suggests, squinting at the flapping bit of cloth before he's suddenly aware of something large and almost camouflaged against the rock nearby. Very nearby.
"Is that a fucking dragon?"
As for exactly how the sail got caught, Ronin can only shake his head. "Perhaps it fell when one of the sky pilots was doing maintenance on a ship?" he suggests, squinting at the flapping bit of cloth before he's suddenly aware of something large and almost camouflaged against the rock nearby. Very nearby.
"Is that a fucking dragon?"
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