stand out, fit in

Ahh well then. Those raggedy Asciend weddings. He laughed back, as if he had any idea at all what the word meant or significance it held in her mind. Listening with thoughtful silence as they fly, the alchemist remarks on just how many layers there are to his friend, and he finds himself surprisingly envious of Bastien who has likely peeled many of them back. Mmm, I agree. In Northaven we had a similar draft. I am not sure what Zariah was thinking trying to enforce something like that here. There we'd all lived on the cusp of war for so long it made sense. Here though? With farmers and artisans? Where war has never touched? Mentally the hawk whistled a jilted note as he shook his head. With a laugh, the alchemist trills brightly. I made that mistake once. Ianto took a few of us to the village to trade. Delah seemed more than receptive to our presence there, given it was under Arduinna's instruction. I brought a new device I had made for writing, one that would not stain hands as charcoal would, and one of the fae took offense I believe. With another mental shrug, Remi banked lower still towards the tree tops. I know very little of politics. But from what I have hard from Ronin, being in a room with the three of them does not a recipe for political progress make. A powder keg? Definitely. A place where things got done? Less so. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times