Isla
Crows don't have lips to smack together, but the clicks from Isla's beak should hopefully serve as a decent replacement, and her feathers ruffle with pride to hear that she's a smort birdie, at least. As for the flying lessons, Isla takes that opportunity to spread her wings wide; much larger than any regular crow, she's able to shield the back of Remi's head with one wing, and though she doesn't take off from his shoulder, the I'm flying Jack image is hopefully a convincing one.
"EYES." She announces a second time, though whether it's secret code for something different is for Isla's mind only. Regardless, as they pass another low hanging branch, the crow takes off at last, and as it hops from shoulder to branch to ground, the Remedy is back in earnest, grinning up at Remi. "That was fun," she admits."
"EYES." She announces a second time, though whether it's secret code for something different is for Isla's mind only. Regardless, as they pass another low hanging branch, the crow takes off at last, and as it hops from shoulder to branch to ground, the Remedy is back in earnest, grinning up at Remi. "That was fun," she admits."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
