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"You are very welcome," Ronin says with a smile as he gets comfortable. Sugar trills at both Melita and Fangorn, not deigning to move from around her bonded's neck but seeming content with them hopping aboard regardless. Once they're all comfortable and headstrong pumpkins aren't trying to launch themselves off the side of a cloud, Ronin allows it to drift down over the side of the Falling, into the mist and against the steep, wet crags. "It was too bad. I guess it should be expected though," he murmurs, before blue eyes widen with interest to hear of a giant landshark. "She did not," he says. "Tell me more. I thought landsharks in general were already pretty big. How giant is giant?" he wonders. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.