[se] knotted and gnarled

we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together

I cannot say for sure. It came to try and grow things, but..it seems even for a seasonal diety, creating life in the desert was a difficult task. Remi replies, offering as much of a mental shrug as the attuned bond could afford. How do you mean? We came across the ascended on our way here, though they quickly left. Wessex has a book that once belonged to the Eye of Stormbreak...it tells her things, so no doubt she learned everything that we did, along the way.

Following Deimos down, Remi shifts as well, though adds wings to his regular form just in case there was a need to make a fast getaway. Deimos, clearly aware of the presence of landsharks seemed to be moving silently enough, but Remi could see no reason to add extra sounds. Not when they could continue to speak silently. This well flows directly down to him. Remi says, opening his jar and pouring the liquid one of the Mer had gotten for him, down the well.

THE ALCHEMIST

we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun