Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night They had left the Cordillera as a dragon and manticore for the first time in seasons. The flight was unremarkable if slightly less graceful than normal, though we won’t point fingers at who was to blame for the errant path the pair took. Landing and strolling hand in hand through the woods the pair had once ruled over, now the landscape had taken on a decidedly more rugged and wild cast than ever it had before. Though Remi hadn’t said as much, he was clearly unhappy with the changes to the Greatwood. The colour palette of his thoughts were jumbled and mashed together in loud and ugly conjunctions. It wasn’t just that he was no longer the leader here, not just that the swollen Stonesong was likely his fault for leaving the Greatwood unprotected, and not just that he hated change. It was all of these things of course, but ultimately it was just a feeling of being somewhere familiar and yet so very very different. No doubt that somewhere on Pinterest there was a word or phrase in another language that described this feeling exactly, written over some misty woods in papyrus. But alas, without access to the internet, the alchemist was left without the means to describe how he felt, and so merely huffed and squeezed Ronin’s hand three times as they strolled toward the Sidhe Village. “I am sure we will know what we want when we see it, but any requirements for our new table?”