It was a rare thing for the Bastion to be in his Raróg shift, but given the season, he was more than happy for the aura of happiness he was able to cast as a small fiery bird to try and compensate for his husband's raging instincts. Besides, this way there was far less of him for Deimos to look at, and thus inadvertently give Ronin a reason for tearing the Sword's throat out for ogling the Bastion (though we all know nothing could be farther from anything that might realistically happen).
Ahh, Leafchange.
I actually think I sort of like it this way. Remi hums chipperly, perched on his husband's impressive rack. (wink). Wild really suits the Greatwood. Rae's cleansing had done nothing to encourage the forest and woods to tuck their roots away or reveal the snaking paths which normally wound through; in fact, it was quite the opposite. The trees seemed to stand even closer together than they had before, like silent sentinels defending against anything that might try and get through, including the Knight and Bastion.
Ahh, Leafchange.
I actually think I sort of like it this way. Remi hums chipperly, perched on his husband's impressive rack. (wink). Wild really suits the Greatwood. Rae's cleansing had done nothing to encourage the forest and woods to tuck their roots away or reveal the snaking paths which normally wound through; in fact, it was quite the opposite. The trees seemed to stand even closer together than they had before, like silent sentinels defending against anything that might try and get through, including the Knight and Bastion.
the bastion
