always more to learn

the lullaby

You are colors in the sky after forty rains

"Oh?" Hitching in a breath to feel Ronin's sleepy emotions spreading out from his fingers, the alchemist slumps bonelessly, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to get comfortable beneath a warm blanket. "Did they really bleed blood?" Remi wonders, looking suddenly quite interested. "I should ask Ludo about that. I wonder why they stopped." Not that he would advocate ritualistic sacrifice, not even of the trees, but if it got him out of making lanterns for the dead and having to drudge up painful memories of them? Sure, he'd slice a few trees to that end.

"I am quite sure none of Vai's fairytales had bloody trees in them." Remi says thoughtfully, stretching out his arm over the back of the chair so that his fingers might gently tug at Ronin's dishevelled hair. "Speaking of things and the way they used to be..." Today's award for the worst segue goes to...! "I was talking with Mateo about his schoolwork and how...uninteresting he finds it." Remi begins, allowing his fingers to sink against his husband's scalp as if a massage might somehow temper the reaction he later expects from the Huntsman on this topic. "How he has no interested in becoming a dragoon, and how with recent events in Stormbreak that's where all of the focus is." Taking a breath and trying not to be too obvious about it, he continues. "...how maybe staying in school is not the best thing for him.."

Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!