[closed quest] i won't pretend that i make it

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen, Ronan & Kylo
WHEN: Mid to late September.
WHERE: Thorne to Solvunn and back again.
WHAT: A supply run quest!
WARNINGS: Will add as needed.

((ooc; quest info here! various top levels for different points of the quest below.))

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[sorser]

Okay. That’s not the response he expected from Kylo, and Stephen’s mouth twists to keep from sputtering out a laugh, surprised. Unfortunately, Ronan pipes up and nearly destroys that valiant effort altogether, and the sorcerer raises a closed hand to his mouth, clearing his throat to try to gain some composure. He may not know the other quite that well, but something tells him that statement was less witty joke and more seriousness.

“Oh good, we came prepared,” he adds to Ronan’s remark. But in an attempt to be vaguely more helpful, he figures he should ease Kylo’s confusion before they set out.

“What I mean is, neither of you are going to turn green with motion sickness by the time we reach Solvunn, right?”

Stephen might have packed a basic tincture or two if this did become a problem, but better to know beforehand than to wait until it’s too late.

[photophobic]

Fortunately, this isn't Kylo's first time being caught in ignorance of some idiom or other from a world beyond his experience, and it helps that nobody is outright laughing at him— he can breeze past blithely as if he'd intended to be mildly amusing all along.

Which he does. His expression adjusts slightly as he grasps what Stephen is actually saying, mouth tugging at the corners as if it can't decide which kind of curve it wants to pull into. He doesn't even attempt to hide his dismissive contempt for the perils of seafaring.

"Unless our journey to Solvunn requires a cold jump to hyperspace or complex, multiaxial maneuvers at sublight speeds, I won't be turning green. No. I don't experience motion sickness in realspace."

That said, he glances back towards Ronan. Thrillseeking in a fast car isn't exactly equivalent to lurches in roll, pitch and yaw.

[nightwash]

Ronan is doing his very best to not look as if he finds every word out of Kylo's mouth extremely sexy, but goddamn that space nerd shit is hot. He whips his wind-blown hair out of his face and returns his gaze to the waves, playing it cool.

"I don't need a spaceship to fly," he reminds Kylo. Ronan's raven form isn't exactly public knowledge, yet it's not quite a secret, either. If he really must, he'll take to the air. In fact, he kind of wants to do it right now, just for fun.

Searching for an excuse, he asks Stephen, "Is there anything we should be looking out for? I can scout."

[sorser]

He takes Kylo’s reply in stride, even if the only thing he really understands in that retort is hyperspace, or at least the idea of it in a grand, read-a-similar-term-in-a-sci-fi-book kind of way. The rest glides right over him, but he’ll take him at his word. So, no seasickness or motion sickness to be worried about.

“All right, well. If something changes, let me know.”

Like he said, he came prepared, but with any luck, they won’t need anything to keep them from feeling queasy. At Ronan’s ask, Stephen looks askance at him.

“Can you?” Scout? Fly? The latter’s news to him, but not all that surprising, in the grand scheme of things. “Looks like smooth sailing so far, but if you wanted to see if there was really anything churning beneath these waters further up ahead, I don’t think anyone would want to stop you.”

[nightwash]

Ronan flashes a grin at Stephen. He's always eager to show off what he can do — especially now that he can do it while conscious.

"Can't hurt to have a look."

Though it looks like it could potentially hurt to have a look, as the next thing Ronan does is hop up onto the railing that's the only barrier between the sailors and the sea. He catches hold of a rope to steady himself for just a moment, judging the direction of the wind, and then he leaps.

Ronan disappears instantly, a human tumbling gracelessly toward the churning water, before being replaced by a raven, catching the air current and soaring back toward the sky.