call and i'll rush out

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

"If we had not seen this from above, I am not sure I would have believed it wasn't a mirage." Remi says once he has a mouth capable of forming words. Having flown Isla here as a manticore, it was at the Remedy's nudging that Remi had banked down toward the edge of the desert, where gold bled strangely into bright green.

Isla might not have been affected by the heat, and though Remi wasn't properly bothered by it, there were still beads of sweat that glistened across his forehead and under his curls. Wiping the back of his right hand across his brow (which the hand seemed to hate), the Lullaby turns to Isla with a boyish grin. "Can I interest you in a stroll through this weird and probably very dangerous oasis?"

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)