Pretend this is real for a while

R E M I "It really is strange what sort of instincts linger and which do not. I do not know if it is based on what shape you spend the most time in, or if it is random, or..." Shrugging Remi glanced towards the fire. For his part he'd found that he often bristled or otherwise forgot that his arms were not wings, or had the urge to smooth his feathers when he was nervous even when he did not have any. That Devrum didn't want to hibernate wasn't so strange, but Remi wouldn't have been surprised if he had. "Do you think we should prepare any fortifications? Did the notice say anything else? Is it just being out in the streets that is dangerous, or should be worry about something trying to come in?"