This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi moves through the Greatwood with quiet steps, the dappled sunlight filtering softly through the canopy overhead. He's dressed simply, comfortably for the warmth of Flowerbirth, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the collar of his loose-fitting linen shirt open at the throat. Despite the fresh brightness of the season, the Bastion wears visible shadows beneath his eyes, evidence of many restless nights and worries that seem to stretch beyond him, coiling beneath his skin.
He had no particular destination in mind when he set out—only the need for movement, for distraction from thoughts that circled endlessly in his mind like vultures. He finds himself near the Crimson Cataract almost without meaning to, drawn perhaps by the quiet murmur of the strange river overhead, its waters red as blood, flowing impossibly above the forest floor.
It isn't until he catches sight of another figure that he slows, sea-glass gaze shifting from weary contemplation to cautious curiosity. Remi recognizes Liam—not well, perhaps, but enough for recognition—and pauses a moment before offering a quiet greeting. "It seems we're both wandering today," he calls softly, lips curving slightly into a weary but gentle smile. "If you'd prefer solitude, though, I can leave you be."
He had no particular destination in mind when he set out—only the need for movement, for distraction from thoughts that circled endlessly in his mind like vultures. He finds himself near the Crimson Cataract almost without meaning to, drawn perhaps by the quiet murmur of the strange river overhead, its waters red as blood, flowing impossibly above the forest floor.
It isn't until he catches sight of another figure that he slows, sea-glass gaze shifting from weary contemplation to cautious curiosity. Remi recognizes Liam—not well, perhaps, but enough for recognition—and pauses a moment before offering a quiet greeting. "It seems we're both wandering today," he calls softly, lips curving slightly into a weary but gentle smile. "If you'd prefer solitude, though, I can leave you be."
REMI
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.
