[PQ] [SE] The highest highs

Caiside The woods are lovely dark and deep But I have places to see And miles to go before I sleep While Remi’s answer about the safety of this endeavour didn’t exactly inspire much confidence, Caiside couldn’t disagree with the sentiment of the location. Even if he had not been directly involved in anything related to the spire, he could understand wanting to move past it. The lion, and started taking the stairs, Caiside hesitating, and casting a sidelong glance at Ianto. It was just common sense to not want a stranger at his heels, even one in so small a shape. After a moment, Caiside snorted, and started up the stairs, not wanting to hold things up any longer. Stairs proved to be a challenge with hooves, this exercise already stacked against him in terms of difficulty. It didn’t help that Remi seemed to moved almost effortlessly up them, and Caiside, not wanting to seem lacking, hurried up, pushing himself. So we are going to be... singing for Safrin? It was a small mercy that he could keep the sound of his exertion out of his mental voice, and save himself from embarrassment. I haven’t heard much of this particular tradition, everyone is so focused on the baskets.