maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Though Remi had been a manticore for the majority of his flight from the mountain range down to Halo, it was in the sleeker form of a hawk that he navigated the Greenwing. The Lullaby was just starting to find his footing again as a man not totally against the idea of being social, but flying over Halo as a massive (and well-known) predator was a step past where he was currently comfortable. Spying the hunting cabin that Noah had mentioned in his letter, it didn't take long for the hawk's keen eyes to spy his fellow demigod flanked by his two companions.
With a piercing cry from the treetops and a pulse of recognition through the attuned bond, Noah will hear the subtle sound of flapping wings and shifting feathers before seeing the Lullaby emerge from the trees. Ruffling a hand through his curls to ensure that all traces of his avian shift were properly gone, Remi tugs at the collar of his thick sweater, before raising a hand in greeting.
"Noah." He calls, offering the other man a smile. "It has been a while."
With a piercing cry from the treetops and a pulse of recognition through the attuned bond, Noah will hear the subtle sound of flapping wings and shifting feathers before seeing the Lullaby emerge from the trees. Ruffling a hand through his curls to ensure that all traces of his avian shift were properly gone, Remi tugs at the collar of his thick sweater, before raising a hand in greeting.
"Noah." He calls, offering the other man a smile. "It has been a while."
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
