everything i knew is turning into ruins in your shadow
"Ah, so she doesn’t need the wardrobe to match the attitude—impressive." Remi grins, clearly entertained by Lyra’s description of her daughter. He watches as she inspects the fabric, his own fingers idly brushing over the blue silk he’s still debating, feeling the way the weave shifts under his touch. At her hesitation, he nods toward the merchant as she scurries off, promising a shade that will be just right in that knowing way that all good vendors do.
He shifts his weight slightly, still absently holding onto the green silk as it becomes ever more likely that he'll just go with both for Mateo. "Do you let her pick out her own clothes, or do you still try to steer her in the right direction?" His gaze flickers back to Lyra, mild curiosity threading through his tone. "Not that I imagine there’s much steering to be done, if she’s as headstrong as you say."
He shifts his weight slightly, still absently holding onto the green silk as it becomes ever more likely that he'll just go with both for Mateo. "Do you let her pick out her own clothes, or do you still try to steer her in the right direction?" His gaze flickers back to Lyra, mild curiosity threading through his tone. "Not that I imagine there’s much steering to be done, if she’s as headstrong as you say."
THE ALCHEMIST
i thought that i'd be ready
but falling isn't steady once you let go
but falling isn't steady once you let go
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
