the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"Mmmmm." Remi agrees, aiming to look the part of the skeptical father, but instantly cracked and was able only to offer his son a crooked smile. "I am at your disposal. Next time though, you wear softer shoes." He says, pointing at the fashionable boots his son had donned for their trip and frowning at them before theatrically rubbing at his ribs as if expecting bruises there in the morning.
"Bene." Frowning then, the Lullaby's lower lip puckered somewhat as he tried to think. "Maybe Phoebe...?" It was all he could think of, though surely Mateo remembered her from when he was young. Though healing with kisses absolutely sounded like a Frey-demi.
"What happened to Sohalia?" Remi wondered, not sounding particularly surprised. She was only a teenager after all, and leading was a good deal harder than almost anyone expected. "Your father was going to see her about a statue."
"Bene." Frowning then, the Lullaby's lower lip puckered somewhat as he tried to think. "Maybe Phoebe...?" It was all he could think of, though surely Mateo remembered her from when he was young. Though healing with kisses absolutely sounded like a Frey-demi.
"What happened to Sohalia?" Remi wondered, not sounding particularly surprised. She was only a teenager after all, and leading was a good deal harder than almost anyone expected. "Your father was going to see her about a statue."
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.
