but that was then, and this is now
The dog’s eager stare pulls a grin out of Remi despite the frost biting at his face. Remi turns the duck in his hand once, then glances up as Iskra emerges from the mist. With a small shrug that suggests he’d rather not be responsible for letting Goose vanish again into the white-out, he tosses the toy back toward the man. "No, not at all," he assures, the words coloured with quiet amusement and wrapped up by his accent (which, would be a charming one for a dog to have, btw).
He straightens, brushing his palms together against the frost. The man’s wave and self-deprecation draw a chuckle from him, though Remi shakes his head at the thought of being lost. "Actually, I came out here on purpose," he admits, a hand ruffling distractedly through his curls before gesturing to the sorted piles of wood at his feet. "Deimos did so much to help these past few seasons with Starfall, I thought maybe I could do something nice for Halo in return."
The explanation is given simply, like it costs nothing to offer, before his mouth tilts wryly as nods at the bundles of deadfall he’s gathered. "The idea was to use these to make small lean-tos, places where someone could duck in out of the frost, maybe even keep a bit of dry firewood." His sea-glass green eyes shift back to Iskra then, his brows lifting as if genuinely curious. "I hope I’m not wrong in thinking people do tend to get lost out here?"
As he says it, the sound of ice creaking drifts from behind him, sharp enough to raise the hairs at the nape of his neck. He half-turns, eyes narrowing through the haze, and spots a pair of bright blue points glimmering like sapphires in the mist. White fur shivers into focus beneath them, frost clinging to every strand. Remi huffs softly under his breath, his stance relaxing as his gaze softens on the creature. "Seems we aren’t the only ones out here today."
He straightens, brushing his palms together against the frost. The man’s wave and self-deprecation draw a chuckle from him, though Remi shakes his head at the thought of being lost. "Actually, I came out here on purpose," he admits, a hand ruffling distractedly through his curls before gesturing to the sorted piles of wood at his feet. "Deimos did so much to help these past few seasons with Starfall, I thought maybe I could do something nice for Halo in return."
The explanation is given simply, like it costs nothing to offer, before his mouth tilts wryly as nods at the bundles of deadfall he’s gathered. "The idea was to use these to make small lean-tos, places where someone could duck in out of the frost, maybe even keep a bit of dry firewood." His sea-glass green eyes shift back to Iskra then, his brows lifting as if genuinely curious. "I hope I’m not wrong in thinking people do tend to get lost out here?"
As he says it, the sound of ice creaking drifts from behind him, sharp enough to raise the hairs at the nape of his neck. He half-turns, eyes narrowing through the haze, and spots a pair of bright blue points glimmering like sapphires in the mist. White fur shivers into focus beneath them, frost clinging to every strand. Remi huffs softly under his breath, his stance relaxing as his gaze softens on the creature. "Seems we aren’t the only ones out here today."
the bastion
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.
