stand out, fit in

I can, yes. Remi replies, his mental voice punctuated by a wellspring of emotions. All of his kindness, his altruism, his flustered-mind in response to the sexual tug he just felt, all wrapped up in a thickly accent voice. Feeling the shine of her amusement, Remi chuckles though his beak stays perfectly still. If you need to shift back, you need only to think of yourself. Though...try not to do it from a height. He warns with a smile. Still, there is the imagery of a manticore swooping down to catch a falling body; a silent reassurance that even if she falls, he'll be there to catch her. Flapping his wings a few times as if to test buoyancy, Remi hops forward and then tucks his legs beneath him. His muscles strain to properly lift him, but soon he is airborne and his body does what it was designed to. Looping in a lazy circle to ensure Rex is behind him, he wants until she is before spiraling higher. Feel the air like a pathway. You can go where you like, but there are places of least resistance until you find your way. He mentions, coasting into a warm thermal of air. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times