He said "I bet you don't remember me"
The wind worries at Remi’s shirt and curls, but the Bastion only rolls his shoulders beneath it, broad tawny wings unfurling from his back with an easy stretch. They catch the air at once, every feather lifting into the gust until he seems quite comfortably anchored against the edge of the world. It is an unfairly heroic picture, perhaps, but then this is a dream; there is no reason it should not allow him a little drama.
"Oh," he says, glancing over at Kaisel as though the answer is painfully obvious, "I thought we would just jump." His brows rise, the suggestion offered with such casual sincerity that it might almost pass for reasonable, despite the clouds boiling beneath the cliff and the way Kaisel has lowered himself instinctively nearer to the stone.
Remi lets the idea sit there for only a moment before his grin appears. Reaching out, he places a hand on Kaisel’s shoulder and gives it a gentle, grounding squeeze. "Kai," he says softly, "this is a dream." His gaze flicks out across the clouds, thoughtful now, though the amusement remains. "At least, I am fairly sure it is. I used to have magic very similar to this when I was Ludo’s demigod."
Glancing over the sudden bluff of cloud, Remi lets his gaze drift back to his future son-in-law with a slight tilt of his head. "I thought maybe you would like to try out flying." As an Accepted, Kai would never have a shift he can reach for when the sky opens beneath him, and though Remi knows he has flown on the backs of other things before, that is not quite the same as being the one at the helm. Besides, flying is the sort of thing people enjoy in dreams, and not knowing how long this particular one might hold them, Remi thinks it is worth offering.
"Oh," he says, glancing over at Kaisel as though the answer is painfully obvious, "I thought we would just jump." His brows rise, the suggestion offered with such casual sincerity that it might almost pass for reasonable, despite the clouds boiling beneath the cliff and the way Kaisel has lowered himself instinctively nearer to the stone.
Remi lets the idea sit there for only a moment before his grin appears. Reaching out, he places a hand on Kaisel’s shoulder and gives it a gentle, grounding squeeze. "Kai," he says softly, "this is a dream." His gaze flicks out across the clouds, thoughtful now, though the amusement remains. "At least, I am fairly sure it is. I used to have magic very similar to this when I was Ludo’s demigod."
Glancing over the sudden bluff of cloud, Remi lets his gaze drift back to his future son-in-law with a slight tilt of his head. "I thought maybe you would like to try out flying." As an Accepted, Kai would never have a shift he can reach for when the sky opens beneath him, and though Remi knows he has flown on the backs of other things before, that is not quite the same as being the one at the helm. Besides, flying is the sort of thing people enjoy in dreams, and not knowing how long this particular one might hold them, Remi thinks it is worth offering.
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
