the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Ronin was off to Stormbreak, and Remi was off into the woods. During the night Remi had all but shredded the bandages Ronin had worked so hard on, and were it not for the blood that acted as a glue, the pair would have woken up covered in more blood than they had been before they went to sleep. Declining the Huntsman's offer to re-bandage him given that Vai would likely just remove everything, it's with a freshly-bleeding arm that he trudges through the Greatwood, occasionally growing under his breath at the predators brought near by the scent of blood.
Plucking a few wildflowers along the way, the alchemist silently prays that his twins are out and about that he won't have to explain what happened to him more than once. Mateo was old enough to understand the life he and Ronin led, but Flora and Enzo? They weren't old enough for that talk quite yet.
'Oh Nonna Vai—' Remi sings out, knocking gently at the witch's door.
Plucking a few wildflowers along the way, the alchemist silently prays that his twins are out and about that he won't have to explain what happened to him more than once. Mateo was old enough to understand the life he and Ronin led, but Flora and Enzo? They weren't old enough for that talk quite yet.
'Oh Nonna Vai—' Remi sings out, knocking gently at the witch's door.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
