always more to learn

the lullaby

You are colors in the sky after forty rains

Those words, in case we both get taken out, has Remi's stomach growing cold as his cheeks grow hot. There is an instant argument on his tongue that he only just manages to keep caged. "That...is a good idea. Maybe in Vai's cottage?" He suggests sounding a good deal more brutish and stiff than he means, but not having the energy to soften.

Pleased that he wouldn't have to wrap up his palm, it's with an audible sigh that Remi endures—and actually enjoys—the small cut Ronin makes. It helps distract his thoughts and also provides something concrete for him to focus on. "Mateo, back here to you. Then you can speak with Noah and I can speak with Finn, and...and then we can find Frey." All the while hopefully Mateo would be having the time of his life in Halo.

"We are going to have to get him warmer clothes." Remi says suddenly, frowning as he flipped through his mental inventory of Mateo's eclectic and entirely practical wardrobe.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!