REMI
The Saltkiss Estuary smelled like life. Not just in the bright, floral way of Flowerbirth, but in the raw, unfiltered sense of it—the brine of the sea and the earth’s damp richness, the musk of creatures skulking through the reeds, the quiet hum of something larger moving beneath it all. Remi breathed it in, though the tightness in his chest didn’t ease. His wings, tucked tight against his back, rustled slightly as he crouched near the edge of a brackish pool, fingers ghosting over the damp, dark soil. This would do. Probably. He wasn’t an expert in whatever balance Vi and Mort required, but if he needed earth that had life in it, then gods, this was as alive as it got.
He exhaled through his nose, letting his fingers sink into the damp ground, feeling the way it clung to his skin, the way it pulsed with unseen movement beneath the surface. Reaching for the container he'd brought, Remi paused as movement flickered at the edges of his awareness—not dangerous, not pressing, but something there. Slowly, he lifted his head, gaze sweeping across the estuary’s shifting landscape until it caught on a lone figure among the trees.
A woman; not fae, despite her size. She blended well enough into the shadows that she might have gone unnoticed if not for the weight of her presence—a quiet, deliberate thing. Remi straightened somewhat, shaking the worst of the soil from his fingers before as he finished filling the container His seaglass gaze lingered on her, not unfriendly, but assessing in the way of someone used to recognizing threats long before they reached him.
"Didn’t think I’d run into anyone else out here," he admitted, his voice projected somewhat, wanting to alert her to his presence lest he startle her.
He exhaled through his nose, letting his fingers sink into the damp ground, feeling the way it clung to his skin, the way it pulsed with unseen movement beneath the surface. Reaching for the container he'd brought, Remi paused as movement flickered at the edges of his awareness—not dangerous, not pressing, but something there. Slowly, he lifted his head, gaze sweeping across the estuary’s shifting landscape until it caught on a lone figure among the trees.
A woman; not fae, despite her size. She blended well enough into the shadows that she might have gone unnoticed if not for the weight of her presence—a quiet, deliberate thing. Remi straightened somewhat, shaking the worst of the soil from his fingers before as he finished filling the container His seaglass gaze lingered on her, not unfriendly, but assessing in the way of someone used to recognizing threats long before they reached him.
"Didn’t think I’d run into anyone else out here," he admitted, his voice projected somewhat, wanting to alert her to his presence lest he startle her.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
