Ronin had told him to stay at home and rest. Isla too. The difference was that Isla was quite completely in his mind and knew that the alchemist wouldn't be able to rest without doing this first. And so, after a lengthy argument about it all, she'd agreed on the condition that he at least change the bandages over his eyes. However her lack of hands and his lack of sight made the whole ordeal quite horrifying, and after the bandages had been changed, the roses of blood over Remi's eyes were about as bright as they had been before any how.
So off they set, alchemist atop the unicorn who served as his eyes and his legs.
Though Remi had been an okay-rider before, without vision he suddenly found himself over compensating and bouncing all over the place. Isla had to take things slow, to project images of what she could see as they went simply to keep him properly astride her. Eventually though they did make it to the clearing though the unicorn had lots some mane around her wither where the alchemist had been gripping it for balance.
Do you see him? Remi thought to her, his heart in his throat and the pounding of blood in his ears like a drumbeat of agony in his skull. Part of him hoped the answer was no. The rest of him knew it would be yes.
I do. Isla replied gently, projecting the image of the upturned collar, the skulking gaze, the coppery hair.
So off they set, alchemist atop the unicorn who served as his eyes and his legs.
Though Remi had been an okay-rider before, without vision he suddenly found himself over compensating and bouncing all over the place. Isla had to take things slow, to project images of what she could see as they went simply to keep him properly astride her. Eventually though they did make it to the clearing though the unicorn had lots some mane around her wither where the alchemist had been gripping it for balance.
Do you see him? Remi thought to her, his heart in his throat and the pounding of blood in his ears like a drumbeat of agony in his skull. Part of him hoped the answer was no. The rest of him knew it would be yes.
I do. Isla replied gently, projecting the image of the upturned collar, the skulking gaze, the coppery hair.
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.
