From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Eventually Remi made it home. When he couldn't say. How...well, he had an idea of that, but none of his senses seemed reliable now. It was pitiful and pathetic, but all Remi wanted to do was cry. He had never felt so defeated, so hopelessly wrong and lost and tattered and broken. But he couldn't. The pain was too great and his shredded eyes were far more eager to produce blood and strange clear fluid than actual tears.
And then there was Ianto. His heart wanted to search for him, to seek him out. He'd whistled and thought of the wagon, of the fox. The tune was broken, his lips cracked and the melody an intangible mess, but he'd done it. And he'd waited.
But it had only been Zariah and Amalia who had arrived.
Now, on what was properly his door, Remi's fingers felt for the familiar locks. At his side was Isla, gently nosing him. She'd protested that he was being a child for not letting her tend to his wounds outside, but all he wanted to be was somewhere he knew he wouldn't be left again. Somewhere inside. Somewhere with Ronin.
And so undoing the bolt and shuffling his way inside, Remi collapsed immediately onto the floor, his bandaged head in his hands. Stomping the ground Isla issued a bright whinny to bring the hunter down from wherever he currently was.
remi
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
