Make the most out of no time

Remi nodded to confirm that indeed, Ronin had named an ice-breathing dragon Sugar. At first Remi wasn't sure really what to make of the playful way that Sam had begun to swing their hands. He still hadn't really gotten over the fact that he was holding another man's hand, in public. Or that that man wasn't Loren. Though this was now their second date and some might go so far as to say that the two were dating, Remi's addled mind and broken heart still hadn't quite dealt with what had happened with the Launceleyn, and so perhaps he was unable to meet Sam's playfulness with the response it was owed. Still, he looked over his shoulder with a boyish smile, trying to enjoy the simplicity of the moment. "Mmm, no, I do not believe I can. I can call to real creatures, ones that are like me anyways." By which of course he meant avians, felines, and ...whatever group raccoons belonged to. Humming under his breath, the alchemist considered. "It...it feels like energy, inside. Like there is something here—" With his free hand, he gestured roughly to the area around his sternum or just below. "—that I can...reach into, I suppose." Halting just with in the tree line, Remi looked thoughtfully at one of the trees. Placing a hand on the trunk, the alchemist took a breath. As he did so, a new branch emerged, twisting and coiling outwards stopping just shy of where Sam stood. Leaves, far too bright for this time of year, suddenly sprouted; brilliant green against the pale whites and grays. "I can assure you I do not feel powerful. It is a bit terrifying, honestly. Like with the lion, it is this..thing I do not really understand. People like me in Northaven could not have magic. So I never learned much about it." remi Too long till I drown in your hands