[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 320PC

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

Remi has only just managed to claim a plate before it begins to disappear beneath a haphazard assortment of food. A spoonful of stew is tucked beside a glossy piece of fish, then some of the honeyed roots, a seeded roll, and enough whipped cheese that it threatens to make the whole arrangement list to one side. He is considering whether a few slices of fruit might make it look less like he has come here expressly to eat himself ill when he realises that, somewhere between arriving and finding the food, both boys have vanished.

His gaze skims over the nearby tables and the tangle of bodies beyond them, fondness and the faintest wrinkle of concern catching together in his expression. Oria, perched neatly against the slope of his shoulder, receives a gentle nudge from the side of his jaw, and Remi tilts his head in the direction their sons have gone. "Would you keep an eye on them for me?" The tiny spriggan flutters away at once, and Remi watches her go for a moment before turning back toward Ronin with a smile that is equal parts sheepish and boyish, as though he has been caught fretting over something entirely ridiculous. "I know they probably cannot get into too much trouble here," he says, lowering his voice a little as he adjusts his grip on the increasingly precarious plate. "But it is still nice to keep an eye on them."