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"Shouldn't you know?" Ronin counters with boyish glee, the fact that he has no idea what keeps the boats in the air seeming secondary to flying in one. And as they drift lazily off into the Falling, it doesn't take long for the wind to catch the sails, and Ronin stumbles a bit with the speed they suddenly pick up. "Sweet Safrin," he breathes as the full majesty of the Falling and the stars pans out around them. The initial gust of wind lowers to a more lazy pace, leaving them suspended on nothing, flying, and Ronin absently reaches up as if he might caress the heavens, leaning against the side of the ship before realising he ought to take the helm. "Do you want to steer with me?" he asks Tobi, offering her his hand so they can walk to the wheel. TALIESIN they said it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me