stand out, fit in

She says, well you know, as if he does. The wind slips over a beak incapable of forming a frown of confusion, but he pulses the emotion of it easily through the bond. The C, the one there and then not again, he has indeed noticed. Though scars of one's past are usually best left there, and so he's never thought to ask. I agree. Especially with no attention to the natural abilities of those who live here..what use worrying about able-bodies, when magic is rife here? When the ascendeds cannot be hurt? It makes little sense to him, though Zariah's actions never really have before. As she slows herself, as if he needs the respite to catch up, the alchemist grins wryly. Gliding over her, not a small hawk now but a massive manticore, the likes of which a hawk could fit into one paw, the giant beasts sweeps passed with an amused growl. Well, we are all rather full of surprises, now aren't we. He chuckles. Certainly there are stranger things in the world than the kindly alchemist in the body of a manticore, and the once-queen serving as a political adviser to a group of people who know little of government. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times