the lullaby
Glancing toward Talyson, the Lullaby raises his eyebrows in a bob of greeting before nodding. "Hey." For Remi's part, the opening of the Hanged Man was a blur of alcohol and sexcapades outside of the tavern that had resulted in a stern lecture from his daughter the next morning (and a bit of repair work to the exterior where certain claws had been thrashed against the wood); if there was something he was meant to feel uncomfortable about or recall, the vacant expression on his face should have more than suggested he had failed in that regard.
Rising at Sah's indication, the Lullaby pressed his hands into his pockets and walked next to the manticore's trail. "Ningo's are likely too small and annoying to really grab a manticore's attention." He murmured knowledgable. "But ursur? Or a dragon?" Pressing his lips together, Remi raises his eyebrows thoughtfully to suggest that, were he this particular manticore, those are the sorts of prey he'd be after.
Rising at Sah's indication, the Lullaby pressed his hands into his pockets and walked next to the manticore's trail. "Ningo's are likely too small and annoying to really grab a manticore's attention." He murmured knowledgable. "But ursur? Or a dragon?" Pressing his lips together, Remi raises his eyebrows thoughtfully to suggest that, were he this particular manticore, those are the sorts of prey he'd be after.
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
