[PQ] [SE] The Running of the Crabs

REMI

(Putting in Remi instead because I forgot about this and Flora has already done this SE)

Remi pulls his dark blue sweater tighter around his shoulders, the soft fabric offering scant protection against the Deepfrost that blankets Haulani's floating city. A knitted scarf, wrapped snugly around his neck, sways gently in the chilly breeze as he approaches the northeastern edge of the city, toward where Hadama had said he'd be. The circle of torches cast long, flickering shadows across his path, their warm glow a stark contrast to the biting cold that nips at his nose and ears.

As he neares, Remi inhales deeply, the familiar scent of saltwater mingling with the earthy aroma of morning. His eyes scan the budding crowd, spotting Hadama and Melita, before Nova 's vibrant hair catches the first fingers of dawn, adding splashes of colour to the otherwise muted scene and drawing his gaze.

A surge of frustration tightens his chest as he recalls Ronin's warnings about interfering with void-related matters. But of course, this wasn't void related, if not a little mundane, and so while aiding in a crab migration wasn't at the top of his list of things to do, it was something to do. Approaching the folding table, he offers a sleepy nod to his fellow demigods before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Widening his eyes to hear Nova's accusations, Remi can't help but to hide a smirk behind the rim of his cup, his sea-glass stare dancing from Melita and then to Hadama as if wondering who was going to take a first crack at responding to the Marin-girl's accusations.

There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours

Code stolen from Queen Sky