Even with his brief interaction with Amalia, Falke has found that acceptance of the demigod’s abilities is the way to go. So that’s what he decides to project, even though the idea of riding on a cloud, a thing that is ah, supposedly something unstable, is ludicrous. It almost feels like agreeing with a crazy person, even though from what he can see (and what Tobi’s told him), Ronin isn’t necessarily crazy.
“So how does it… work?” He reaches out to touch the cloud, then pauses, and reaches into his bag for a book. “Is it a special cloud that can hold weight?” If the cloud is still there, he’ll try to lay it on the fluffy-looking thing. “Or is it you?” Does he become weightless? A combination thereof?Tilting his head back up at Ronin, Falke raises a brow. “And can you carry others with you?”
Gods, wouldn’t that be a treat?
“So how does it… work?” He reaches out to touch the cloud, then pauses, and reaches into his bag for a book. “Is it a special cloud that can hold weight?” If the cloud is still there, he’ll try to lay it on the fluffy-looking thing. “Or is it you?” Does he become weightless? A combination thereof?Tilting his head back up at Ronin, Falke raises a brow. “And can you carry others with you?”
Gods, wouldn’t that be a treat?
FALKE
