little gods

REMI

the lullaby

Patiently listening, letting Mateo make his own choices and navigate the things he comes across in his own time, it's with a warm smile that he regards the way the boy toddles back to safer ground. Well. Not safer, but sturdier, at least.

Reaching forward for the feather, Remi grabs it with one hand, before making in 'appear' in the other. All he's done is exchanged it for one of his own feathers, but it's with a look of intrigue that the alchemist hands it back toward his son. "Mmm?" Looking over his shoulder, Remi's eyes are easily able to pick out the vines from the hanging snakes, and, knowing that the small reptiles aren't liable to do anything more than slither away should Mateo provoke them, the alchemist grins. "Well, go and see." He encourages enthusiastically as he straightens.

He'll follow after Mateo, but before he does, he lets enough of a partial shift ruffle over his body that should there be anything larger hiding in the trees, hopefully it will scent him and know better than to linger.

Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.

I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection