the lullaby
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Before his brief outing with Ronin into the Greatwood, the Lullaby hadn't left the Cordillera in over a year. But today? With nary a cloud in the sky and the morning he'd had so far? Gods, but Remi would almost go so far as to say he felt good. That he was pleased to be out, stretching his wings. Of course, he'd be happier if Ronin were with him, but certainly, that would ruin the surprise he had planned.
With the sun high in the sky, the manticore's massive shadow was made even larger on the green fields below as Remi began to descend. The Mourn was easy enough to point out—it being a brilliant spray of colour amidst the endless rolling green kills—but the Dreaming Well? Well (ha), that appeared to be harder to find. His predatory gaze wasn't much help when it came to a quarry that didn't move about, nor were many of his other senses.
Just as he was nearly low enough to land, he heard the panicked whinny of a unicorn. Later he'd realize that his shadow had likely spooked the creature and sent it running, only to be ensnared in some sort of trap. (Sorry Morgen). Jogging toward the sounds of distress, the Lullaby held his hands up in a placating gesture as if the struggling creature might understand. It didn't of course, and human-facade or not, it was apparently quite aware of the sort of monster he could choose to be. "Shhh, shh. You will be alright, but this will not be easy if you keep struggling." He called in a low voice as he walked toward it, trying to keep his movements calm and his eye line low.
With the sun high in the sky, the manticore's massive shadow was made even larger on the green fields below as Remi began to descend. The Mourn was easy enough to point out—it being a brilliant spray of colour amidst the endless rolling green kills—but the Dreaming Well? Well (ha), that appeared to be harder to find. His predatory gaze wasn't much help when it came to a quarry that didn't move about, nor were many of his other senses.
Just as he was nearly low enough to land, he heard the panicked whinny of a unicorn. Later he'd realize that his shadow had likely spooked the creature and sent it running, only to be ensnared in some sort of trap. (Sorry Morgen). Jogging toward the sounds of distress, the Lullaby held his hands up in a placating gesture as if the struggling creature might understand. It didn't of course, and human-facade or not, it was apparently quite aware of the sort of monster he could choose to be. "Shhh, shh. You will be alright, but this will not be easy if you keep struggling." He called in a low voice as he walked toward it, trying to keep his movements calm and his eye line low.
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
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.
