REMI
The moment her weight shifts—just the slightest lurch against his back—Remi feels it. The loop stalls mid-arc, wings flaring wide to arrest the momentum with a powerful whump of air. In the next breath, the golden body of the pixiu dissolves midair into smoke and shimmer, leaving only Remi behind, his bare feet hitting the ground just a beat ahead of Maea’s tumble.
He’s at her side in seconds, crouched in the dirt with a hand already outstretched, curls wind-tossed and a boyish grin tugging at his lips. "Gods, Maea," he chuckles, breathless with concern and amusement, "I didn't think you'd be so eager to get away from me."
Brushing dust from her shoulder with a careful hand, he tilts his head, scanning her quickly for anything bent the wrong way or bleeding. "You alright?" he murmurs, softening slightly. "Nothing broken?"
He’s at her side in seconds, crouched in the dirt with a hand already outstretched, curls wind-tossed and a boyish grin tugging at his lips. "Gods, Maea," he chuckles, breathless with concern and amusement, "I didn't think you'd be so eager to get away from me."
Brushing dust from her shoulder with a careful hand, he tilts his head, scanning her quickly for anything bent the wrong way or bleeding. "You alright?" he murmurs, softening slightly. "Nothing broken?"
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.
