Nobody hangs hard times on the wall

Emmett? Remi called back in response, laughter in his mental voice. Phoebe had mentioned that her beau was an attuned—it was how Remi had spoken to him that day during the festival—but not actually what he was. Sitting down and curling his tail around his impressive haunches, the lion tilted his head up towards the breeze again, sniffing gently at the smell of the farmer. What...are you? It smells a little like horse, but not quite. Earthier I think. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win