The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring

Яemi

you're every song that fills my mind

"They can't—" He murmured almost dreamily with confusion, his eyebrows coming together as his nose crinkled with amusement. Listening, his mind tried to replay some of the things he'd asked her, now focusing intently on how she'd answered. What she'd said, what she hadn't said, and how he'd interpreted what he'd heard.

Or thought he heard.

"Alright..." He said, eyes narrowed playfully as he looked her up and down for a moment. "How old are you?" Head tilted in a decidedly avian fashion, he thought his question shouldn't be the type of thing she could easily evade.

But then again Remi wasn't good with language as it was.

Table base by Sky!