REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi nods, listening with quiet interest. "From what I’ve seen, they’re both undoubtedly Frey," he says, a touch of wry amusement in his tone, "but they are distinct. The two sides even have their own demigods, so—" his grin tilts, half teasing, half sincere, "—if you keep to the Nature aspect, it sounds like maybe you’ll be in good company."
As Damien speaks of the snow leopard’s story, Remi’s gaze follows briefly toward the cub, sprawled content in the grass. His expression softens. "The companion bond is a true gift," he says quietly. "In some of my darker hours, it’s been my companion’s mind that’s pulled me back." The thought lingers, a private truth more felt than spoken.
When the conversation shifts, Remi’s lips curve again, this time with real fondness. "I came to this world as an Attuned," he explains, almost proudly, even though being a shapechanger had been the lowest class of citizen where he was from. "As a boy, I could turn into a hawk." His eyes brighten faintly at the memory. "Through everything that’s changed here—the magic, the gods, the titles—that part has never left me. It’s one of the few things I still think is wholly good."
He shrugs, the movement easy, his curls falling into his eyes. "The instincts can take some getting used to, especially with predatory shifts," he admits, a grin flickering across his face, "but it’s worth it. There’s something freeing about it. Simple, in a way most things aren’t anymore."
As Damien speaks of the snow leopard’s story, Remi’s gaze follows briefly toward the cub, sprawled content in the grass. His expression softens. "The companion bond is a true gift," he says quietly. "In some of my darker hours, it’s been my companion’s mind that’s pulled me back." The thought lingers, a private truth more felt than spoken.
When the conversation shifts, Remi’s lips curve again, this time with real fondness. "I came to this world as an Attuned," he explains, almost proudly, even though being a shapechanger had been the lowest class of citizen where he was from. "As a boy, I could turn into a hawk." His eyes brighten faintly at the memory. "Through everything that’s changed here—the magic, the gods, the titles—that part has never left me. It’s one of the few things I still think is wholly good."
He shrugs, the movement easy, his curls falling into his eyes. "The instincts can take some getting used to, especially with predatory shifts," he admits, a grin flickering across his face, "but it’s worth it. There’s something freeing about it. Simple, in a way most things aren’t anymore."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
