i'll meet you half way
Last night I read Aoife a story about magical cloaks. The lion hummed absently, brushing his whiskered-face against Amalia. His mental voice was casual, shattered-amber gaze light and easy, but the implications of the words were clear enough. It hid the princess from all those who wished her harm. I think I might make one for Aoife some day. He added with a suggestive flick of his tail, his leonine express very much one of, I know we aren't talking about this, but just so you know...
Sitting down, the lion gazed out into an unfamiliar landscape. It was desaturated and without contrast, but even nearly-blinded as he was, the storms brewing on the horizon were more than clear.
Sitting down, the lion gazed out into an unfamiliar landscape. It was desaturated and without contrast, but even nearly-blinded as he was, the storms brewing on the horizon were more than clear.
if you're coming the long way
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.