Twittering sweetly, Remi sends a pulse of laughter down the bond in wry agreement. He was inclined to think that perhaps the Wildwood was due for an upgrade the same way the Stone Song had become the Stone Symphony, but such (thankfully) was no longer his jurisdiction to decide.
We were better before we got your note. Remi trills cheerfully, adjusting himself slightly in order to hop to one of Ronin's lower tines to be in a better position to receive more cookie crumbs. Flapping his wings in order to refresh the syrupy-sweet aura around him in order to preemptively soothe any feelings his husband might have about the stolen rapier, he turns his gaze toward the Sword and settles his wings back against his body.
I don't doubt you of course, about Sunjata, but how do you know? Despite the magic permeating from his small body, Remi's voice managed to sound grave despite the undertones of warmth and cheer radiating out from him.
We were better before we got your note. Remi trills cheerfully, adjusting himself slightly in order to hop to one of Ronin's lower tines to be in a better position to receive more cookie crumbs. Flapping his wings in order to refresh the syrupy-sweet aura around him in order to preemptively soothe any feelings his husband might have about the stolen rapier, he turns his gaze toward the Sword and settles his wings back against his body.
I don't doubt you of course, about Sunjata, but how do you know? Despite the magic permeating from his small body, Remi's voice managed to sound grave despite the undertones of warmth and cheer radiating out from him.
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