Proper Introductions

remi I had a dream about a burning house. You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out I lay beside you and pulled you close. And the two of us went up in smoke Fanning his wings again–the only real gesture he could make–Remi dipped his head in acknowledgement. Reaching towards one of his wings with his beak, Remi gently pulled out one of his feathers. Unlike most species of hawk, Remi was actually a fair amount more blonde than dark shades of brown. If he had been a wild creature that likely would not have been in his best interest; but given who he was, perhaps it was not so surprising that he'd turned out a little differently than the rest. Offering Phoebe the feather to place with her flowers, Remi tucked his wings against his body. He would have sighed if he could, at the mention that she might have liked him to be a person. She might well have wanted that, but if she knew who he truly was, she might have rethought that. Clicking his beak as she mentioned that she had nothing to offer, Remi shuffled his wings slightly. That the young woman appeared to be in one piece, even if that piece was going to take quite a bit of time to repair, was all that he needed.