Would the harpy get the messenger raven sent by the alchemist? Would word have reached him through the whispers of the wood if not? And if so, would Arsen choose to answer?
Arms folded over his chest and with his own wings nestled against his back, the Lullaby looks up into the canopy of leaves overhead. He's deep in the heart of the Wildwood where it's difficult for sunlight to filter down to the ground. Given how their last meeting ended it might be wise for Remi to keep more of an ear to the ground in case the harpy figured out what and who was the cause of his near-death experience. But, brazenly naive to danger as always, the Lullaby merely waits utterly relaxed with his thoughts on the plan slowly forming in his mind, rather than the youthful corvid he nearly tricked into helping him.
Arms folded over his chest and with his own wings nestled against his back, the Lullaby looks up into the canopy of leaves overhead. He's deep in the heart of the Wildwood where it's difficult for sunlight to filter down to the ground. Given how their last meeting ended it might be wise for Remi to keep more of an ear to the ground in case the harpy figured out what and who was the cause of his near-death experience. But, brazenly naive to danger as always, the Lullaby merely waits utterly relaxed with his thoughts on the plan slowly forming in his mind, rather than the youthful corvid he nearly tricked into helping him.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
