stand out, fit in

A marriage intended to solve problems? Remi mused, sounding quietly shocked at the idea. If anything, marriages usually just made problems. The ones that he'd seen anyways, and not including his own of course. I also wonder what foe she thinks we are fighting against. So far it seems the gods have been our biggest allies and opposition. Having an army seems to make war inevitable. Without, at least we would be forced to find other solutions. The subtle change in the air above the tree tops is welcome against the bottom of Remi's feathers. Though the air currents here are less dramatic and thus they have to flap harder, but there is something earthier in the air too that the hawk quite enjoys. Ahh my ignorance. My apologies my lady. Had he a body, he might have bowed as humbly and low as he ever had back in Northaven. With a far cheekier smile on his lips, though. Following easily in the wake of the darker hawk, happy to let her take the lead and really spread her feathers, the alchemist pulsed back a rippling wave of resigned amusement. It was their home they were speaking so casually of, but even so, it was hard not to find a bit of amusement in all of it given how absurd the entire thing was proving to be. Not that I would ever want to get between Edrei and Wessex if there was a disagreement, nor our rulers and the fae...but a mediator does indeed seem like a good idea. If only we knew someone with experience who might fill the role... REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times