REMI
Stormbreak smells like stone and sunlight in LongHeat—dry warmth clinging to its high, stone walls, the scent of sun-baked tile and distant florals riding the quiet wind that snakes through the skyport. Remi strolls through the plaza, his shoulders a little drawn, curls damp with sweat from the heat. He’s dressed simply—short sleeves, tan pants, boots that crunch softly over the cobbled path leading toward a building he hasn't been in for years now.
The door still looks the same—weathered wood, sun-bleached at the corners. But there are little things different too. A wreath of dried florals (he recognizes Mateo’s handiwork instantly), a brass sign hanging above the threshold that glints softly in the sun. Remi lifts a hand, hesitates for just a moment, and then opens the door.
The scent hits him immediately—fresh greenery, crushed herbs, petals soft and sweet and heady. The first floor has been transformed since he was here last, and though he doesn’t step in far enough to see all of it, he can already feel the shift. It’s bright, wild, beautiful; alive in a way that’s distinctly Mateo.
Instead, Remi stays near the door, rubbing a hand absently over the back of his neck. Then, with a voice he keeps even—quiet, but clear enough to carry through the space—he calls: "Mateo?"
The door still looks the same—weathered wood, sun-bleached at the corners. But there are little things different too. A wreath of dried florals (he recognizes Mateo’s handiwork instantly), a brass sign hanging above the threshold that glints softly in the sun. Remi lifts a hand, hesitates for just a moment, and then opens the door.
The scent hits him immediately—fresh greenery, crushed herbs, petals soft and sweet and heady. The first floor has been transformed since he was here last, and though he doesn’t step in far enough to see all of it, he can already feel the shift. It’s bright, wild, beautiful; alive in a way that’s distinctly Mateo.
Instead, Remi stays near the door, rubbing a hand absently over the back of his neck. Then, with a voice he keeps even—quiet, but clear enough to carry through the space—he calls: "Mateo?"
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
