[PQ+] there is a light that never goes out

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

The hush of the morning is gently interrupted by a soft rustling in the canopy above, followed by the thud of bare feet touching earth. A small flurry of leaves drifts down in his wake as Remi straightens from where he’s landed just beyond the treeline, his curls wind-tousled and faintly dusted with leaves from his flight. Perched amid the unruly mess of them is a delicate spriggan no longer than his thumb, the little creature’s bark-hued limbs clinging easily to her perch as she peers about with wide, glimmering eyes.

Remi is dressed in a soft chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and the buttons mostly done up over a fitted undershirt. His usual sweatpants are swapped for old, worn trousers smeared with paint and earth from some earlier project, and his smile as he approaches the trio in the clearing is easy and warm.

"Morning," he greets, his voice carrying a low, pleasant lilt as his sea-glass gaze passes over the group. His attention lingers briefly on Maea with fondness and gentle concern, then shifts to Liam with casual familiarity. "As soon as I saw you were the one organizing this, I thought I'd lend a hand," he says with a crooked smile, offering both a greeting and a subtle nod before his gaze lifts to the figure by the pastry table.

Remi’s brow arches at the sight of Kaisel and the graphic shirt in particular, but it only earns a quiet huff of amusement. "The Greatwood has a way of rearranging itself," he remarks, his accent soft and lyrical, "so while it might feel like the middle of nowhere now, someone looking for these training grounds might find themselves here whether they meant to or not."

With a tilt of his head and a curious gleam in his eye, he steps closer to the younger man, offering out his hand. "Remi," he introduces simply.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)