[se] we come in waves

the lullaby

That he would likely find Isla far more easily as a manticore gives the Lullaby pause. Large as that shift was, the Remedy would no doubt be able to hear him coming, if not see or smell him depending on what skin she wore. Given their last encounter, Remi made no assumptions that, if given the chance, Isla wouldn't simply slip away so as not to have to endure any more of the Lullaby's pig-headed commentary about how she'd been going about things. Debating between becoming a wraith, a shift which would allow him to pass soundlessly through the jungle, Remi opted for another of his rarely used shifts instead, hoping to appeal to Isla's new instincts as an Ancient.

Careful to keep away from anything which looked dry, Remi flared and crackled his way through the underbrush. Conveniently the humidity that coated almost everything with a layer of moisture kept Remi's flames from spreading, though he did his best to hug the tongues of fire against his body.

Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back

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