REMI
Remi watches her, noting the way her hands twitch toward her weapon, the way her stance remains guarded despite the casual cadence of her words. Smart, he thinks. He doesn’t move closer, respecting the space between them, but his wings shift slightly as he settles more comfortably where he crouches. "The Greatwood’s always been good for that," he agrees. His fingers flick off the last of the damp soil as he seals the container and tucks it away, his seaglass gaze never quite leaving her.
At her mention of flowers, something flickers across his expression—wry, edged with something deeper. "Not the right ones, though," he murmurs, gesturing around at the distinct lack of roses.
"I won't interrupt your time alone." Standing, Remi glances around, his predatory vision doing little to help him spot flora that only swayed in the breezes rather than darting through the underbrush. "I have what I came for, anyway," he adds, just in case she felt obligated to say he could stay.
At her mention of flowers, something flickers across his expression—wry, edged with something deeper. "Not the right ones, though," he murmurs, gesturing around at the distinct lack of roses.
"I won't interrupt your time alone." Standing, Remi glances around, his predatory vision doing little to help him spot flora that only swayed in the breezes rather than darting through the underbrush. "I have what I came for, anyway," he adds, just in case she felt obligated to say he could stay.
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.
