Growing roses in the disarray

let's not get lost in the dark blue

It had taken the Bastion longer than expected to reach Maea. Part of that owed to the fact that his new pixiu shift was smaller than his manticore's and the difference in wing span had slowed him somewhat, but in truth Remi had meandered through the skies as if flying them for the first time. He was doing everything as if for the first time again, and gods but it was refreshing to see the world anew in this way: as something to protect, rather than to destroy.

So it was that as Remi came up Maea it was with an apologetic smile on his lips and a flush in his cheeks from the flight. 'Sorry to have kept you waiting.' He calls, raising a hand in greeting.

The sound of unhappy spirits around them tightened the boyish smile on the Bastion's lips somewhat, but knowing what he did, he merely stared into the twisting thicket of the labyrinth as if to silently suggest it keep its tricks to itself.

But darling if we do, just find me, and I'll find you