the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
"Dance of the Nightshade, perhaps." Remi murmurs, narrowing his eyes into the night as if his predatory stare might somehow reveal more than the eye could see on its own. "Or maybe Nightshade's Eve. Or dusk?" Or sunrise. Frowning, Remi sighs. "Ronin is more of the poet than I am." He admits with a small but defeated shrug.
Reminded of the warm drink Maeve had brought, Remi pulls his stare away from the sky that he might bring his own cup to his lips without spilling it over them. "So...when you return to Safrin..what is all of this meant to gain you? Will you be tattooed like Ronin is?"
Reminded of the warm drink Maeve had brought, Remi pulls his stare away from the sky that he might bring his own cup to his lips without spilling it over them. "So...when you return to Safrin..what is all of this meant to gain you? Will you be tattooed like Ronin is?"
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
