Lost in the shuffle [OPEN]

Remi drew in a sharp inhale as Elyna spoke at length to the older man on the horse, his lips remaining slightly parted as if to speak her name in rebuke. He didn't of course, such was not the alchemist's way, but an anxious need to placate the gaurdswoman strongly fell over him. Ely wasn't wrong in what she was saying but it all seemed so.. unnecessary? Remi knew–or thought he knew–the power that the former bloodfiend possessed, and for his part, he'd retained his ability to shift into a hawk (and he'd actually gained a shift, not that he'd figured that out yet though); surely they could handle one lone man on a pony? Was all this show of force truly necessary? Given Remi's non-military background it made sense that his thoughts formed in such a naive way, believing instead that conversation and understanding was the best route forward. Apparently however, as Rory drew the pony back, Remi would find himself alone in that opinion. Dropping his hand disappointedly to his side, the alchemist's pale stare rose to look curiously upon Rory. It was free of judgement, if not slightly wounded. Remi was no naive idiot, but he did often gravitate towards believing the best in people regardless of how many times that assumption was proved wrong. But then Rory spoke with words–if not tone–that seemed to match Ely's. Glancing backwards towards the guard, Remi retreated a few steps to stand next to his raven-haired counterpart feeling at odds with the pair, both of whom seemed to have happily donned positions of mutual distrust. And so the alchemist opted to remain silent. remi How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?