i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken
'Oh? I suppose that's good to know.' Remi mumbles, of fidelity not necessarily being a sore spot for the Flood. He can't quite remember why it's good to know, though. Is it good for him? For Ronin? For Sunjata? Gods he's tired. "I am what?" He wonders distractedly, having definitely lost his hold of this conversation.
"Safrin." The Lullaby hisses as his arm rounds Sunjata's broad shoulders to try and grip around him. "She gave some to Ronin too. And a baby. Did yours come with a baby?"
Immediately distracted by the presence of horns, Remi reaches up to paw at them with wide-eyed interest. Grabbing at the base of one, the Lullaby gives a yank as if expecting them to come off. "Why're yours so big still? Ronins got all small." Snickering to himself at the thought—his mind happily mixing metaphors—Remi lets himself be carried across the sand. Really, he's got one leg hooked around Sunjata's waist, both arms around his neck, while his other leg is hopping along for balance. In his mind they're both carrying one another somehow. They've also been walking for years without getting any closer at all.
"I wonder if we'll make it before the wedding." He mumbles uncertainly.
"Safrin." The Lullaby hisses as his arm rounds Sunjata's broad shoulders to try and grip around him. "She gave some to Ronin too. And a baby. Did yours come with a baby?"
Immediately distracted by the presence of horns, Remi reaches up to paw at them with wide-eyed interest. Grabbing at the base of one, the Lullaby gives a yank as if expecting them to come off. "Why're yours so big still? Ronins got all small." Snickering to himself at the thought—his mind happily mixing metaphors—Remi lets himself be carried across the sand. Really, he's got one leg hooked around Sunjata's waist, both arms around his neck, while his other leg is hopping along for balance. In his mind they're both carrying one another somehow. They've also been walking for years without getting any closer at all.
"I wonder if we'll make it before the wedding." He mumbles uncertainly.
THE LULLABY
give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach
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.
