(SE) dreams like coins down a well

"An hour? Okay, you definitely didn't get that patience from your father," Ronin echoes, finding Felix's laughter contagious now and shaking his head as he tries to clean himself off as best he can. "It was pretty good," he concedes, trying (and failing) to peel some lichen out of his hair. "What would you have done if it had been Remi taking a stroll through here, huh? Or worse - what if it had been your mam?" His eyebrows raise, the threat of Vai worse than that of the Lullaby. Still, no harm no foul, he supposes, the Huntsman giving his wings a final shake before he lets them melt back beneath his skin. "Well, I wasn't planning to take a dunk in the Stonesong this afternoon, but I reckon you decided it for me. And for yourself." He nods to the state of the boy, having been caught in the splatter zone. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression