i'd bring you further roses
Isla flared her nostrils and exhaled, her pebble-blue stare focused on the alchemist for a moment, clearly communicating something silently. "She has no use for it now." Remi interpreted with a small shrug that was etched with sadness. He was happy that the gift would go to use and was sure Phoebe would use it well but...as he stared at the unicorn patiently looking back at him, he saw less and less of Isla in her.
The alchemist, having no real knowledge of the sorts of things Phoebe was referring to, merely tilted his head. With an impatient snort from Isla, the unicorn nudged him, apparently still communicating. "Isla .... is trying to explain. I think I understand it...let me work with her and see what we can come up with."
The alchemist, having no real knowledge of the sorts of things Phoebe was referring to, merely tilted his head. With an impatient snort from Isla, the unicorn nudged him, apparently still communicating. "Isla .... is trying to explain. I think I understand it...let me work with her and see what we can come up with."
but it does you no good
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.
