[PQ] Lost between the pages of a good book

Remi watched as Jigano...did nothing. At first anyways. His (her) call of bridge sparked a look of anticipation which was quickly dissolved as only light bled from the staff. The light was welcome and warm looking, but certainly did not aid them in crossing. So lost in the prospect of Sam feeling the warmth of his own skin, Remi had lost sight of the goal. If they were not jumping across of course there was no need to lose his armor, and thus no need for the ascended's help. "Mmm." Remi mused with a forced smile and nod, his eyes falling upon Sam in hopes of somehow silently communicating what his intentions had be. And still were. "If only the sword I had made for you had made it with us." The alchemist mused giving Kalt a grin and soft shake of his head. Assuming the (wo)man would take Sam's ax, he and the assassin would begin the hopefully straightforward task of acquiring the materials needed to assemble the bridge. The groan of the wood beneath his feet made Remi's breath catch in his throat as one of his feet found solid ground. Having always had wings since he was a boy, suddenly he felt extremely vulnerable now, and an uncharacteristic flush of anxiety coloured his cheeks as he scrambled to place both feet on the ground. Following, listening, and observing with rapt attention, the alchemist halted as Jigano indicated that there may be more to the grandiose statues in the hall. Flinching as the doors slammed shut, the alchemist turned 'round suddenly, pale eyes fixed to the unicorn. Pawing and prancing, horn lowered, Remi inhaled a sharp and shaky breath as he stared at the no-longer marbled beast before him. Jigano's words floated into his ears and his startled mind; a riddle? Scrambling his eyes tried to read the inscription written on the chest of the formidable beast: Grey and white? Elderly falling? Wise sleeping and weak dying? "Deepfrost!" Remi cried hastily, his feet moving unsteadily beneath him not used to the weight of the armor upon his body. If his answer was correct, he'd hasten towards Sam. If not, he'd try to fend off the advancing horn with his shield. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?