the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"Prego," the Lullaby returned as he ruffled a few last feathers from his curls before straightening. "Cultivate, is it?" He wonders skeptically, raising an eyebrow while donning a crooked smile. Though it absolutely was as likely for his son to cultivate mushrooms as to smoke them, it was an intrinsic trait of the Taliesin's never to let a bit of low-hanging fruit go unplucked.
"Things here are going well, then?" Glancing over his shoulder out toward where Skyfall burned a hellish purple, Remi looked back to his son. "With the shop, and La Verbena, and all of it?" That he and Ronin had moved closer hadn't instantly made them better parents to be sure, but at least now they were here to ask how their children were before said children channeled them in a moment of near-death panic.
"Things here are going well, then?" Glancing over his shoulder out toward where Skyfall burned a hellish purple, Remi looked back to his son. "With the shop, and La Verbena, and all of it?" That he and Ronin had moved closer hadn't instantly made them better parents to be sure, but at least now they were here to ask how their children were before said children channeled them in a moment of near-death panic.
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
