tanglewood

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Remi had flown, rather than traveled via dream. Not that he was opposed to waking up in Maeve's bed, but he'd meant it when he said he wanted to stretch his wings. So very little could tax him nowadays, that it took flying nearly over the entire continent for him to feel even slightly drained. It was a good feeling though, and when he landed in Torchline it was with muscles singing from use and a weariness in his bones that made him feel a good deal more relaxed than he had been when last he left Torchline.

With his chambray shirt open at the colour and his curls breeze-tousled, Remi strolls absently through the streets with Maeve's bow and quiver of arrows. It doesn't take long for him to find the large courtyard that surrounds the queen's new government building, grand as it is. Taking a moment to inspect the fountain, Remi's lips turn into a frown that is nonetheless indicative of amusement as he admires the work gone into the creation of such a thing.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)