He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi only smiles as Kaisel works through it, patient enough to let the soldier chase the thought until it slips through his fingers again. "If I had to guess, it was something in the bag you brought back from the desert," he says, glancing briefly toward the clouds as though the answer might be waiting somewhere beyond them. Nothing about the place feels particularly nefarious, though; no wrongness curling at the edges of it, no pressure building beneath the skin. When he had travelled through dreams more often, storms had sometimes gathered at the far edges of another person’s mind, distant thunder and bruised sky offering some loose indication of what waited beneath the surface. Here, there is only pale light and cloudbank after cloudbank, the horizon stretching so far in every direction that the world seems to have forgotten where it is meant to end.
The sudden dragon beside him earns nothing more dramatic than an approving lift of Remi’s brows, followed by a boyish, crooked smile. "Nicely done," he says, warmth threading easily through the words as he takes in the dark sweep of scales and the breadth of Kaisel’s wings. He is only just beginning to turn over the questions of how and why this dream has taken them here when the dragon spills over the edge of the cliff.
A small hiss catches between Remi’s teeth before he moves after him, tawny wings snapping wide as he dives into the cloud cover. Kaisel ought to be much faster based on size alone, but dreams are not interested in the sort of rules that make sense once one is awake, and the Bastion catches up quickly, laughter warm in his throat as the wind tears it away behind him. "Look where you want to go!" he calls, angling nearer through the open sky. A fall will not truly hurt Kaisel here, Remi is fairly certain, but that does not mean he is willing to let the first attempt at flying end in a long, graceless plunge through the clouds.
The sudden dragon beside him earns nothing more dramatic than an approving lift of Remi’s brows, followed by a boyish, crooked smile. "Nicely done," he says, warmth threading easily through the words as he takes in the dark sweep of scales and the breadth of Kaisel’s wings. He is only just beginning to turn over the questions of how and why this dream has taken them here when the dragon spills over the edge of the cliff.
A small hiss catches between Remi’s teeth before he moves after him, tawny wings snapping wide as he dives into the cloud cover. Kaisel ought to be much faster based on size alone, but dreams are not interested in the sort of rules that make sense once one is awake, and the Bastion catches up quickly, laughter warm in his throat as the wind tears it away behind him. "Look where you want to go!" he calls, angling nearer through the open sky. A fall will not truly hurt Kaisel here, Remi is fairly certain, but that does not mean he is willing to let the first attempt at flying end in a long, graceless plunge through the clouds.
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.
