finding salvation

"Not much longer - we can probably walk from h-- oh, shit, sorry." Ronin has glanced over his shoulder to look at Maeve as he speaks, and only when he does so does he realise her less-than-stellar state. "You ought to have said - I can fly lower to the ground." he murmurs; as if in response, the nimbus begins to descend in a lazy dip. Ronin won't plunge them into a dive, not with Maeve looking how she does. Soon enough they're barely skimming the grasses that are becoming more dense as they get closer and closer to the Wildwood, and Ronin calls the cloud to a halt. "Ta daa," he murmurs, gesturing for her to go ahead and hop down. "I think we ought to be in the woods properly within the next hour or so, and I can get us to the Mathair pretty easily from there. You ever been here?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.