He said "I bet you don't remember me"
As Kaisel begins to level out and test the shape of his new body against the wind, Remi’s attention drifts outward through the dream around them. Manipulating the architecture of the world around them is a skill the Bastion hasn't lost in virtue of no longer being the Lullaby, and as Kaisel banks beneath him, Remi lets his attention stretch outward, and the endless white begins to part beneath them in long, rolling banks. The Arclight appears first, shimmering far below in a broad sweep of blue and gold, and then Stormbreak rises above it in all its former glory; bright stone, soaring spires, and the impossible clean grandeur of a city recalled rather than rebuilt.
Yes, I think so, he thinks back, his mental voice more thickly accented than his normal speaking tone. But we are not in someone else’s mind, from what I can tell. I can reshape things too easily for that, and I do not feel anyone else here. There is the smallest pause in the thought, an acknowledgement of an exception rather than a true worry: if they weren't alone, whoever was with them was being very quiet and was very practiced at Dreaming. Conversationally, as though it is merely another detail worth mentioning while they race through the sky, Remi adds, I used to be able to teleport through dreams like this.
Banking easily alongside the dragon as Kaisel begins to wheel and roll through the open sky, Remi watches with a small, approving smile. When the roar echoes out between them, something boyish brightens in the Bastion’s expression, and with little more than a thought he shifts the air beneath Kaisel’s wings. A warm thermal swells up from below, broad and steady, giving the dragon an easy current to catch and ride.
At the question of the creature, Remi’s shoulders lift in a small shrug. It is normally Safrin or Ludo who have control of dreams, so I would say so. Though, from what little I saw of the creature in the desert, I am not sure which of them I would think it is. The violent nature made him inclined to think it was Safrin.
Yes, I think so, he thinks back, his mental voice more thickly accented than his normal speaking tone. But we are not in someone else’s mind, from what I can tell. I can reshape things too easily for that, and I do not feel anyone else here. There is the smallest pause in the thought, an acknowledgement of an exception rather than a true worry: if they weren't alone, whoever was with them was being very quiet and was very practiced at Dreaming. Conversationally, as though it is merely another detail worth mentioning while they race through the sky, Remi adds, I used to be able to teleport through dreams like this.
Banking easily alongside the dragon as Kaisel begins to wheel and roll through the open sky, Remi watches with a small, approving smile. When the roar echoes out between them, something boyish brightens in the Bastion’s expression, and with little more than a thought he shifts the air beneath Kaisel’s wings. A warm thermal swells up from below, broad and steady, giving the dragon an easy current to catch and ride.
At the question of the creature, Remi’s shoulders lift in a small shrug. It is normally Safrin or Ludo who have control of dreams, so I would say so. Though, from what little I saw of the creature in the desert, I am not sure which of them I would think it is. The violent nature made him inclined to think it was Safrin.
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.
