and I don't wanna let them down

the bastion

"Well, if you were to ask them, I'm sure they'd deny having been anywhere near it." Remi chuckles, ruffling a hand through his curls and shaking forth a few leaves as well as chunks of dirt. Someone like Ronin would likely have swatted Maea's hands away and said he could do it himself, but the Bastion was glad for the help. "Mmhm." Whistling a few notes under his breath, he glanced over his shoulder as a small creature appeared on the back of the coach.

The same size as most spriggans, 6 or so inches tall, Oria's body looked like she might be closely related to a stick insect given her earthy features and wings—only hers seemed to be made out of bone instead of feathers or chitin. "She was a gift from Mort. A long time ago, actually." He explains as the small creature flit across the room, hovering before Maea. Doing a slow twirl, Oria grinned, her features vaguely fae-like and entirely sweet-seeming.

Reaching for a dustpan, Remi swept up the remaining soil and debris before tapping it out into the trashcan and moving to stand. Offering Maea a hand if she needed it, Remi would continue to hold his hands out for a proper welcoming hug.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!