He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi shakes his head, though the movement is small enough that it is less refusal than clarification, his wings holding steady as the dream wind combs warm fingers through the pale sweep of his feathers. No, I mean I think we are just in our own minds, he says silently. Sometimes you can enter the dream of someone else, or be pulled into it, but this does not feel quite like that. Dreams have rules, even when those rules are soft enough to be bent by will and memory, and Remi has known enough of their architecture to recognize when a wall is load-bearing and when it is only pretending to be. If we are in the creature’s mind, it is not like anything else I have experienced before, he thinks, and there is a faint pull of dry honesty beneath the words as he angles one wing to keep himself level. And I used to dream-walk quite often.
The question of teleporting draws a thoughtful frown from him. It is possible, Remi allows, but I do not wish to be anywhere other than where I was when I wake up. His jaw feathers tighter for a moment, something protective and practical crossing the bond of his expression before it eases. If you would like to try, though, I can let Flora know that you have... gone somewhere. The pause is not quite amusement, but it leans near enough to it to keep the offer from becoming grim.
When Kaisel catches the thermal beside him, Remi’s expression changes, the seriousness giving way to a grin that looks younger for how genuine it is. The air lifts them both, and for all his caution, for all the questions snarling unseen beneath the dream’s bright surface, there is still pleasure in this: wings spread wide, sky beneath them, the world willing to answer imagination with movement. Would you like to give it a try? he asks, banking slightly so that the invitation opens out with the clouds ahead. Choosing what to dream, I mean.
The question of teleporting draws a thoughtful frown from him. It is possible, Remi allows, but I do not wish to be anywhere other than where I was when I wake up. His jaw feathers tighter for a moment, something protective and practical crossing the bond of his expression before it eases. If you would like to try, though, I can let Flora know that you have... gone somewhere. The pause is not quite amusement, but it leans near enough to it to keep the offer from becoming grim.
When Kaisel catches the thermal beside him, Remi’s expression changes, the seriousness giving way to a grin that looks younger for how genuine it is. The air lifts them both, and for all his caution, for all the questions snarling unseen beneath the dream’s bright surface, there is still pleasure in this: wings spread wide, sky beneath them, the world willing to answer imagination with movement. Would you like to give it a try? he asks, banking slightly so that the invitation opens out with the clouds ahead. Choosing what to dream, I mean.
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
