we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Well you have just proven my point. If they like balloons, they are just as likely to come and see as if they did not like them. Remi counters, clicking his beak together. I suppose you could always shift into a dragon and we could see how you feel about balloons? He suggests, thinking that sounded like a good way to spend the afternoon regardless.
Fanning one wing to assist in keeping him balanced so that Ronin might shrug and grump to his heart's content, the alchemist mentally sighs in response. It does feel that way. Sunjata seems so wrapped up in his own life that I am surprised he showed up at all. Mildew seems...disconnected. And Noah? Falling silent, Remi tucks his wing tight to his body. He is just young, I think. Maybe not in age, but in experience with demigod fuckery.
Now that you have put it like that...I think that is why I tend to get so annoyed when others offer their input or their criticisms. I would happily see any of them try and do better. Or even...try at all.
Fanning one wing to assist in keeping him balanced so that Ronin might shrug and grump to his heart's content, the alchemist mentally sighs in response. It does feel that way. Sunjata seems so wrapped up in his own life that I am surprised he showed up at all. Mildew seems...disconnected. And Noah? Falling silent, Remi tucks his wing tight to his body. He is just young, I think. Maybe not in age, but in experience with demigod fuckery.
Now that you have put it like that...I think that is why I tend to get so annoyed when others offer their input or their criticisms. I would happily see any of them try and do better. Or even...try at all.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
