reaching out across the sea

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

"I have only met Mort once, and it was..." There's a flash of boyish mischief that streaks across Remi's face before he raises his eyebrows (seemingly judging himself). "..well. Not the best impression, perhaps." Defying orders from the Big Three Gods was probably one of the least advisable things the alchemist had ever done. "But I will see what I can find out. Ludo...might know, though. If you go and see them, be sure to bring a game." He adds with a wink.

Glancing over his shoulder to find Hotaru kneeling on a rather comfortable looking blanket—and having to quickly blink away images of her naked in precisely that posture that want to overlap his thoughts—Remi leaves the rest of the world Hotaru has created in favour of sitting with her. "No, none at all." He says with a bashful chuckle and apologetic shrug, as if he's doing her a disservice by not having any traditions to impart. "My mother died when I was young, and my father.." Plucking at a blade of grass that he might worry it against his palm, Remi just shakes his head. "I would not carry on any of his traditions, even if he had them."

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.