i'd bring you further roses
It was early.
Well. Not properly early, but the alchemist suspected that his foxy-friend was likely still asleep within his wagon. Much as he might like to rile his friend Remi thought that perhaps he would let Ianto sleep at least a while longer. In the meantime Remi decided to simply watch.
This part of the world was new to him and the other inhabitants of 'the barrier', and thus far although most of his encounters in the wood had been pleasant, he knew that such wasn't the case for many. The trees moved, they spat you out if you tried to wade too far deep among them, lights appeared where there was only darkness, and of course, Ludo, the trickster god (or so Remi had come to think of him), prowled.
And so, wrapped within feathers and the familiar body that he was most comfortable in, the alchemist as a hawk watched and listened to the sounds of the forest, marking those which were nuanced from those which seemed regular. So it was that Remi spied an owl nearly colliding with a tree; an oddity as far as owls went, but not attuned.
Hello? Remi called out mentally, his thought-voice even more thickly accented than his vocal one. It was a pleasing and melodic sort of sound, but likely not for someone in Patton's position. Leaning forward off of his branch, Remi let the air catch beneath his feathers as he sailed after the silent and pale creature.
Well. Not properly early, but the alchemist suspected that his foxy-friend was likely still asleep within his wagon. Much as he might like to rile his friend Remi thought that perhaps he would let Ianto sleep at least a while longer. In the meantime Remi decided to simply watch.
This part of the world was new to him and the other inhabitants of 'the barrier', and thus far although most of his encounters in the wood had been pleasant, he knew that such wasn't the case for many. The trees moved, they spat you out if you tried to wade too far deep among them, lights appeared where there was only darkness, and of course, Ludo, the trickster god (or so Remi had come to think of him), prowled.
And so, wrapped within feathers and the familiar body that he was most comfortable in, the alchemist as a hawk watched and listened to the sounds of the forest, marking those which were nuanced from those which seemed regular. So it was that Remi spied an owl nearly colliding with a tree; an oddity as far as owls went, but not attuned.
Hello? Remi called out mentally, his thought-voice even more thickly accented than his vocal one. It was a pleasing and melodic sort of sound, but likely not for someone in Patton's position. Leaning forward off of his branch, Remi let the air catch beneath his feathers as he sailed after the silent and pale creature.
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.
