maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi's fingers tangle around Ronin's, offering a reassuring squeeze. "Mmmm." The Lullaby hums noncommittally, though whether that's because he's annoyed at his continued inability to fly or if it's the prospect of leaving their cozy mountain is unclear. Maybe it's simply the looming uncertainty of what visiting Mort might bring.
"I was thinking the Boneyard, actually." Remi interrupts, raising his eyes slowly before glancing back down at his eggs with a frown. "It is one of the few shrines dedicated solely to Mort...the only other one being up here, but.." Well, for reasons already mentioned, that did not seem like a good idea.
'It makes me feel sick to even think about." The Lullaby admits in a low voice. "How..what do you even say to a child who has died? I know what I should say of course, about not being there to look after him, about how I will never forget him, but.." Biting at the corner of his lip, Remi laughs dryly and without amusement. "It all feels much too late, now."
"I was thinking the Boneyard, actually." Remi interrupts, raising his eyes slowly before glancing back down at his eggs with a frown. "It is one of the few shrines dedicated solely to Mort...the only other one being up here, but.." Well, for reasons already mentioned, that did not seem like a good idea.
'It makes me feel sick to even think about." The Lullaby admits in a low voice. "How..what do you even say to a child who has died? I know what I should say of course, about not being there to look after him, about how I will never forget him, but.." Biting at the corner of his lip, Remi laughs dryly and without amusement. "It all feels much too late, now."
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.
