[PQ] [SE] The highest highs

R E M I Singing, or...bugling? Is that what elk-sounds are called? Or otherwise roaring, yipping...from what Ianto has told me, it is less about the actual content and more about the symbolism of it all. And I...well. I was not here when the Spire was breached. I had already gone. With a mental shrug, the alchemist sighed. I suppose I also wanted to see what it is like. Amalia's arrival drew a happy and white-toothed grin from the lion, who turned to peer down the stairs in time to spy her pale pelt creeping through the darkness. It was the first time Remi had the privilege of seeing her fully in her shift, and the pulse of affection and appreciation that pulsed through their bond was unhindered and bright in its honesty. I am so glad that you are here. He chimed brightly. Lowering his head slightly wondering if Jyoti's instincts would label him as a predator because of his shift, or a friend given his similarity to Amalia, he tried to give as non-threatening a smile as possible. I do not know. I have never been. Remi replied to Ianto, mischief evident in his mental words as they continued to climb. Up and up until they came to one of the rooms that the initial group had been halted in. Knowing none of the strange and horrific trials faced here, Remi padded through without a second thought. Eventually they did come to the landing, their animal-faces exposed to the full moon and the sweet smell of honey suckle on the wind. Taking a deep breath, Remi glanced over his shoulder until all of his companions arrived. With a feline grin, the lion turned towards the open sky before him. I would tell you to cover your ears, but one, I do not think any of us are capable of that, and two, it would defeat the purpose. So saying, Remi inhaled deeply and then roared for all he was worth. The sound was devastatingly loud—louder than he knew he was capable of being—but it was quickly followed up by bubbly and joyful mental laughter. Alright team, 'sing' away!