& my heart ran away from me
Remi can’t help the quiet laugh that escapes him as the Zephyr tears through the steam, the creature wobbling precariously toward the cliff edge. "Don’t worry," he calls down, voice bright and teasing. "I’ll stand by and keep very diligent notes of everything you do." His brows bounce suggestively, a grin flashing white against the glowing haze before he angles his wings to keep the house’s muddy attention fixed squarely on him.
A few of Ronin’s firebolts streak upward, their light scattering across the fog as the creature groans and topples. Remi flares his wings wide, gliding back just far enough to avoid the collapsing mess as it hits the rocks below with a deep, wet splat. He hovers for a moment, peering down through the rising plumes of steam, one brow quirking.
"It looks like it’s still trying to reform," he calls, voice dry with mild exasperation. "But," he shrugs one shoulder, golden feathers rustling, "it can go wander around the bottom of the ocean for a while. Maybe it’ll start a new life."
A few of Ronin’s firebolts streak upward, their light scattering across the fog as the creature groans and topples. Remi flares his wings wide, gliding back just far enough to avoid the collapsing mess as it hits the rocks below with a deep, wet splat. He hovers for a moment, peering down through the rising plumes of steam, one brow quirking.
"It looks like it’s still trying to reform," he calls, voice dry with mild exasperation. "But," he shrugs one shoulder, golden feathers rustling, "it can go wander around the bottom of the ocean for a while. Maybe it’ll start a new life."
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.
