& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
The flutter of wings on this darkened LongNight is not out of the ordinary. Birds do not hibernate after all, and it has been years since this particular bird has required sleep. His wings make hardly a sound, but just as parents' ears' are fine-tuned to the sound of their own children's voices, so too will the witch likely recognize these particular wing-beats. Shifting gracefully such that his feet touch down upon the snow without hurry, Remi offers the witch a boyish smile as bright and cheerful as any she might have seen from him in the past.
Neither the oldest nor youngest of Vai's biological or adopted children, whatever else might be said of his relationship with her, possessive is certainly in the running. "Hallo." He says smoothly, green eyes shiny and adoring as he stretches his arms out towards her.
Neither the oldest nor youngest of Vai's biological or adopted children, whatever else might be said of his relationship with her, possessive is certainly in the running. "Hallo." He says smoothly, green eyes shiny and adoring as he stretches his arms out towards her.
the lullaby
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.
