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[leadinman]

[ the journal is knocked open once a certain sky pirate returns to his shiny airship, loud footsteps are recorded until someone sits in the pilots chair and the engines sound as if they are starting up.

and then flippantly at the journal: ] Fran, our dear captain has returned home. I'll be back later myself, it's getting awfully crowded for my

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[notcaged]

[practically ignores the comment about Basch; no sense in mourning what isn't lost or gone]

A storm is coming. I feel it on the wind.

Not waiting for your navigator, or would you rather be alone?

[leadinman]

All the more reason to take a fly, I feel I'm getting rusty.

[ a pause ] ...If you are quick on your feet you might just make it.

[notcaged]

Mm.

[oh, she's walking. viera is not wasting her energy sprinting because he's antsy. She knows he'll wait if he's serious about wanting her there, and if he's gone, it's only because he didn't care for company. No hard feelings either way.]

[leadinman]

[ and he's waiting, cause honestly flying along isn't fun. leaning back in his chair, twiddling this thumbs a little ]