Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
After his run-in with Isla, Remi had opted to simply return home rather than seeking out the wishing-well-water he'd been planning on getting. That could be saved for another day, whereas this (this, of course being the feelings he was forced to feel), couldn't wait.
Returning home swiftly enough that the sun which had been high in the sky when he'd been in King's End would still be shining for another few hours before being doused by the mountains, Remi lands in the little clearing within which their houseboat sat, happy as can be (the houseboat, that was).
"Ronin...?" Rolling his shoulders in a gesture that pulled his wings into his back, the Lullaby ruffles a hand through his hair with all the slowness of a man just coming out of shock. Indeed his cheeks were quite pale despite the (small) exertion of flight, and his eyes were narrowed in an expression of confusion that made him look rather shellshocked.
Returning home swiftly enough that the sun which had been high in the sky when he'd been in King's End would still be shining for another few hours before being doused by the mountains, Remi lands in the little clearing within which their houseboat sat, happy as can be (the houseboat, that was).
"Ronin...?" Rolling his shoulders in a gesture that pulled his wings into his back, the Lullaby ruffles a hand through his hair with all the slowness of a man just coming out of shock. Indeed his cheeks were quite pale despite the (small) exertion of flight, and his eyes were narrowed in an expression of confusion that made him look rather shellshocked.
