Do you hear what I hear?

Remi was investigating. The labyrinth didn’t seem to be like a big deal to him. Having wings always helped elevate him (literally and metaphorically), and so whatever dangers the hedge-maze presented didn’t heavily weigh on the man’s mind. Even so, there was an odd...stirring inside of himself as he flew in slow and lazy circles before the entrance to the maze. It was probably some predatory instinct deep within himself, but one he wasn’t ready to ignore. Sweeping lower, the hawk tilted his head slightly to listen. Was that a cry? Amber eyes–normally so pale green–now scrutinize the scene below. A flash of material? Or was it a creature? This land was so unfamiliar that even Remi’s keen senses were suddenly thrown out of whack. Still, his hunt for herbs forgotten, Remi glided over the entrance of the maze keen to try and discover what it was which had originally caught his attention. Beatrix remi the alchemist