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the lullaby

When last there had been a dragon in Stormbreak, Ronin had almost died. Not a proper death of course, but one which would have taken him from Remi's life for an unknown amount of time. So it was that his fury and unease boiled to the surface, causing tension to stiffen his shoulders and harden his expression. Wordlessly, the alchemist shifted. His curls became a mass of golden mane, his hands curled and grew into paws, and a tail tipped with a deadly stinger arched over his back. It is. A familiar looking one at that. With his ears flattened against his skull and a snarl already on his lips, Remi stretches his paws out as if leaping over some vast gulf in an effort to make himself more aerodynamic.

Even if it is not him, there should not be a dragon of that size so close to the Skyport.

But if it was him?

Streaking forward against the blue, Remi spends his turn on movement flies towards the draconic shape lingering near the cliffs.

Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!