REMI
then it went dark
Beneath the shifting lattice of hulls and shadow, Remi continues his quiet work, the broad sweep of his limbs guided more by instinct than effort, each movement deliberate despite the scale of him. Boats that had clustered too tightly are coaxed apart with careful pressure, their keels nudged and drawn into cleaner lines so they no longer crowd the stretch of water where the cannon will soon command its space, ropes tightening and slackening in soft complaint as their positions change. He does not rush it, though the harbour presses in with its usual impatience, instead taking the time to ensure each vessel settles where it ought, leaving the water ahead open and unobstructed in a way it has likely not been in some time.
When at last the path is cleared, he dips lower, the dark cooling further as he gathers what he needs, retrieving the buoys with slow, precise motions that send muted currents rolling outward from his passing. One by one he carries them into place, anchoring them along the boundary he’s envisioned, setting a visible line that will keep future ships from drifting too near, each marker secured before he moves to the next. By the time he finishes, the space before the dock is marked and guarded.
When at last the path is cleared, he dips lower, the dark cooling further as he gathers what he needs, retrieving the buoys with slow, precise motions that send muted currents rolling outward from his passing. One by one he carries them into place, anchoring them along the boundary he’s envisioned, setting a visible line that will keep future ships from drifting too near, each marker secured before he moves to the next. By the time he finishes, the space before the dock is marked and guarded.
& it rained
and rained and rained
and rained and rained
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.
