Flamethrowing Head Bopper

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

but maybe that's a good thing

"Hey," Remi whispered, concern colouring the word and his face in earnest. In a heartbeat he was around the counter, kneeling down, with large tawny wings softly folded around the sobbing girl. It was a reflex really: Aoife loved his wings when she was upset, and seeing another child equally so, his plumage simply asserted itself. With hands both warm and strong, Remi softly rubbed her back.

"I am so sorry Bea." He added in that same soft voice, his heart truly going out to her. Just not enough to give her a weapon.

Remi

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