What you say about his company is what you say about society.

[remymcleod]

Remy was still getting used to only having so much time to work and play, to live. He was glad to have Ryan, because despite everything, Ryan had come through for him. At least once during his first week on his own, independent of Eden's tutoring, Remy had let himself get distracted by work, and had very nearly fallen unconscious in the front room

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[remymcleod]

Remy smirked to himself, shaking his head. "No... social is not a word I would use to describe him." Remy glanced up, examining Julien's excited expression and recreating it in sketch form on the edge of the screen without even realizing it

[julien_thorn]

"No, you can't choose it. But you need to be ready - I'm certain you'll pass. If you can die bravely, you can become True. You're hardly some weak shovelhead... Eden chose you. You'll come through for him. I'm going to need to speak with him, and make sure that this happens soon. The pack is anxious to welcome you, and I'd like to tie your Rites in with the next Vaulderie."

Julien clears his throat, taking another breath. "Now... as far as this little party goes, we'll need to plan well. I'll tell Eden that I want to take him away somewhere - we'll need to figure out accommodations since it's about a six-hour drive, but trust me, the venue is perfect. The farm sits on sixty acres, so we won't be disturbed, and the maze itself is six acres. We'll invite our mortal guests first and make sure there's plenty of spiked cider for them to drink, and then we'll usher them into the maze. Ryan would perform, I hope? And of course no harm would ever come to him or his bandmates - we'll get them out of there before the real festivities begin."

[remymcleod]

Remy smiled at Julien, nodding a few times. Something about Julien's confidence in his ability boosted his confidence in himself. He felt strangely sure that he would be perfectly fine, when his Rites came, and would be soon celebrating with the pack as a brother, with every bit of excitement that Luka had had at the wedding

[julien_thorn]

Julien settled back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other and picking at a piece of lint near his knee. He was quiet, tapping the fingertips of both hands together, just under his chin. After a moment he blinked, looking up at Remy again.

"We'll rent suites in town. I'll find somewhere suitable for the entire pack, of course. I know you're not yet an expert at undead traveling, but you'll find out that it's actually quite easy to accommodate our needs." Julien's demeanor changed slightly and he nodded once, looking significantly more dangerous. "I'll make sure that we are not disturbed."

"As for what to buy him, well. Eden isn't terribly hard." Julien laughed softly. "If it is bright, or shiny, or unbelievably gauche, he will probably love it."

[remymcleod]

Remy sat back when Julien did, adjusting his computer and saving the file he'd made notes in, opening a fresh one and drawing Julien brazenly. He seemed utterly at ease, and Remy wanted to capture it. Even he had to admit that Julien made a good subject, and he understood, quite suddenly in fact, why Julien was so inspirational.

"I suppose I'll learn, though. About traveling, that is. Would it be weak of me to admit that I'm glad I don't have to sleep in a coffin, though?" He grinned to himself, shading the drawing he was working on. Maybe he'd simply create something for Eden's birthday instead.

In fact...

"Maybe I should just make him something." Remy said nonchalantly. He turned his computer, not for the first time showing his work to Julien, but for the first time prepared to take critique from an artist who had, indeed, been something of an idol of Remy's, before Remy had even known that Eden Frost was courting Little Devotional with his first novel.

"What do you think?"