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The raven was no more than a blur in Remi's vision. That he had the ability to scour the skies for indications of just how far the blight had spread, only to be made ineffective by his vision once again was frustrating, but at least it was something. Something that got him out of the house, away from the smell of the death that ever served as a reminder that, lest he forget, his husband was dying. Quite quickly now, in fact.
With wings over four meters wide, each thrust of them produced a staggering down draft as the manticore banked and glided effortlessly through the peaceful night air. If the fae below had seen him or cared, they're not indicated as such. Until—
—a voice. But one he recognized, not as fae, but as...well. Jigano had always been a strange not-quite friend, perhaps now even more so. Looking down with a frown upon his leonine lips and seeing precious little in the darkness, the manticore began to glide in a lazy circle.
Jigano? He 'called' back. Much as anyone could mentally 'call' or project outwards.
With wings over four meters wide, each thrust of them produced a staggering down draft as the manticore banked and glided effortlessly through the peaceful night air. If the fae below had seen him or cared, they're not indicated as such. Until—
—a voice. But one he recognized, not as fae, but as...well. Jigano had always been a strange not-quite friend, perhaps now even more so. Looking down with a frown upon his leonine lips and seeing precious little in the darkness, the manticore began to glide in a lazy circle.
Jigano? He 'called' back. Much as anyone could mentally 'call' or project outwards.
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.
