What Ronin doesn’t know is that the offer to ride on his cloud soothes some deeply buried sense of loss in the Fixer. Oh, yes, he accepted the reality of his hip many years ago, but dreams? Ah, they’re a much harder thing to kill. Falke could never have been a Dragoon or someone like the Spear - but a position like the Orator’s, or the Spyglass’s? Getting to go out into the world, getting to move freely, it had always lurked, squashed deep down under the satisfaction of his other work.
It is, of course, possible to be happy with what one does and to wish for more.
If it’s possible to convey that kind of delight, that sudden burst of utterly unexpected joy, Falke has that kind of expression on his face, quickly looking from the cloud and where his book rests to Ronin to make sure the offer is genuine. “Gods, yes, that would be -” what would it be, Falke? “Nothing short of amazing,” he concludes, unconsciously touching his hip.
It is, of course, possible to be happy with what one does and to wish for more.
If it’s possible to convey that kind of delight, that sudden burst of utterly unexpected joy, Falke has that kind of expression on his face, quickly looking from the cloud and where his book rests to Ronin to make sure the offer is genuine. “Gods, yes, that would be -” what would it be, Falke? “Nothing short of amazing,” he concludes, unconsciously touching his hip.
FALKE
