for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Not looking at Ianto, Remi is content just to bob his head in happy agreement. At least until the fox's tone shifts and the Lullaby finds himself glancing at the merchant over his shoulder. "I had no idea.." He mumbles apologetically. Holed up in the house as he had been, he had no way of knowing, not that that counts for much. "I'm sorry to hear it." Nodding toward the bottle so that Ianto knew to take another sip, Remi then reaches for it before holding it in the air. "To...?" He asks, waiting for the merchant to fill in the toast. "Are you alright?" Really, Remi should have reached out to offer Ianto a hug, or a squeeze on the shoulder, but he doesn't, instead choosing to pulse as platonic an expression of sorrow that he can.
'Well, tiny at least. I'm not sure that he was properly born, but yes." As for having it covered? Chuckling and shaking his head, returning his gaze to the sea rather than the fox, Remi snorts. "Not even a little. It's why I woke you up with gin, actually. I don't really have the time to make a wagon, and the magic I do have...well." Biting the inside of his lip and glancing over his shoulder at the merchant again, the alchemist pulls in a breath, as if weighing the consequences of asking what he's about to. "I can...make items from people's memories. The stronger the memory, the better the duplication. I had thought...with the wishing wagon..it wouldn't last long of course, but maybe it would be long enough for me to start on my own?"
It was probably a terrible idea, but most things in Torchline were made for beaches and smooth roads, not for the type of journey the Lullaby had in mind.
'Well, tiny at least. I'm not sure that he was properly born, but yes." As for having it covered? Chuckling and shaking his head, returning his gaze to the sea rather than the fox, Remi snorts. "Not even a little. It's why I woke you up with gin, actually. I don't really have the time to make a wagon, and the magic I do have...well." Biting the inside of his lip and glancing over his shoulder at the merchant again, the alchemist pulls in a breath, as if weighing the consequences of asking what he's about to. "I can...make items from people's memories. The stronger the memory, the better the duplication. I had thought...with the wishing wagon..it wouldn't last long of course, but maybe it would be long enough for me to start on my own?"
It was probably a terrible idea, but most things in Torchline were made for beaches and smooth roads, not for the type of journey the Lullaby had in mind.
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.
