Zveran wakes before sunrise, maybe because something subconscious knew this would be his only chance, and he sees the pyreflies dance in the early morning light, becoming like balls of fire. 

He's silent and still, with one hand reaching out.

If Masque is awake, they don't interrupt the moment.

"You're welcome to join my morning worship, Masque."

"I'm fine."

"Of course, the non-romantic wouldn't see the joy in the Moonflow." This is all said in light-hearted jest, with no pressure to be anything that they aren't.

Another eye roll. "It's pretty, I can see that. I'm not blind."

"Pretty? Pretty!? My god, you are unromantic soul." He leans back to give them a devillish grin.

"One of us needs to be."

"If only to temper me. I understand, even if my heart aches to hear it."

He starts gathering up supplies and stomping out the fire. "Then let us be off!"

Masque helps where needed, and is ready when Zveran is.

He leads the way to the crossing, and then looks over his shoulder to grin at Masque.

"I can't wait for you too see this."

Before them, at the boarding station, stands a huge creature.

Masque stares up at it, a little stunned.

"This, my dear Masque, is a shoopuf. Magnificent, aren't they?"

He is thrilled at their reaction.

"They're big."

"And their noses are so curly!"

"Very curly."

"So they can eat the creatures at the bottom of the Moonflow. For us, we only have to relax upon their backs."

"Small mercies."

"Come on."

He leads the way onto the beast's back. Upon it, there is a comfortable set of seats, with only a few other passengers. Zveran takes over a corner, already looking hopefully at the other side of the bank.

Masque is thankful they're in a corner, but keeps an eye on everyone else.

No one seems to be paying them much attention, especially since Zveran doesn't look like much of a summoner. There are a few curious glances at the masked person, but no one comes near them. 

Zveran takes the time to take out his knives and sharpen them.

Well. Masque will take care of weapons maintenance as well.

The journey across the Moonflow is slow, but the waters are peaceful and then sun isn't too hot. Soon the other passengers have settled down with their own pastimes.

Masque tucks their daggers away, and settles in to watch.