and on to the glory at my right hand
"Hi," Ronin says, unreasonably pleased to see Flora in one piece, the Nova feeling some of the tension melting out of his neck and shoulders as he approaches the counter. "I... no, sorry. I mean, if you wanted to--" Holding up a hand to stop himself from running away with his own words, Ronin takes a deep breath and tries again.
"Your dad and I flew down after you channelled him. We wanted to make sure you were alright - there's been some weird purple bullshit happening up in the Cordillera too, so..." So yeah. They'd flown until their muscles had cramped to get here quickly, and now Flora seems perfectly fine, and Ronin feels a bit silly.
But anyway. "How are things?"
"Your dad and I flew down after you channelled him. We wanted to make sure you were alright - there's been some weird purple bullshit happening up in the Cordillera too, so..." So yeah. They'd flown until their muscles had cramped to get here quickly, and now Flora seems perfectly fine, and Ronin feels a bit silly.
But anyway. "How are things?"
ronin
