maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi grins, seeing absolutely no point in arguing with the young raccoon. Perhaps one day he'd slip into her dreams and let her see the extent of what she could truly do, but something told him that if he mentioned it now, all hopes of repairing the catapult would be lost.
The boughs of the trees creak and grumble, and though they are likely more on Fiadh's side than they ever will be on his, still they dislike having a foreign object lodged against them. "Err—" Remi unhelpfully begins, but already the canopy of leaves above have started to shake, showing no indication that they are inclined at all to protect either Remi's invention or Fiadh.
Confident he could catch the basket well enough, now Remi's mind is forced to determine if he can catch them both basket and child, and if so how.
The boughs of the trees creak and grumble, and though they are likely more on Fiadh's side than they ever will be on his, still they dislike having a foreign object lodged against them. "Err—" Remi unhelpfully begins, but already the canopy of leaves above have started to shake, showing no indication that they are inclined at all to protect either Remi's invention or Fiadh.
Confident he could catch the basket well enough, now Remi's mind is forced to determine if he can catch them both basket and child, and if so how.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
