REMI
the lullaby
Every now and then the things
I lean on lose their meaning
I lean on lose their meaning
I'm acting on instinct too. The manticore rumbles in reply, large green eyes slanted and mischievous as he regards his half-shifted counterpart. If the jungle could lash out and have it absolved purely because of instinct, why couldn't he.
Shuffling his wings that he might nudge the treeflit on his back, the manticore nods his head toward the three paths ahead as if the small creature might give some indication of which way to go. Assuming it wouldn't, and that he'd not hear anything from it other than buzzing, Remi looks over his shoulder toward Amalia.
Have our friends any suggestions on which path to take?
Remi defers to Amalia, and will take whatever path she/the treeflits suggest.
Shuffling his wings that he might nudge the treeflit on his back, the manticore nods his head toward the three paths ahead as if the small creature might give some indication of which way to go. Assuming it wouldn't, and that he'd not hear anything from it other than buzzing, Remi looks over his shoulder toward Amalia.
Have our friends any suggestions on which path to take?
Remi defers to Amalia, and will take whatever path she/the treeflits suggest.
And I find myself careening in places
where I should not let me go
where I should not let me go
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.
