Over the misty mountains cold [OPEN]

remi Though the mist seemed like a physical object in its impregnability, Remi did indeed see the young woman below. Her coppery hair stood out starkly against the pallid white landscape, but his eyes were also especially attuned to see movement. As she struck a rather defensive stance, Remi mentally tensed. Gliding downwards and landing a few feet away, Remi gracefully shifted back into his normal body. Ruffling a hand through his hair to ensure that all the features were gone, the alchemist smiled boyishly towards the woman, realizing that he’d met her before. ”Hello again.” Remi greeted, lifting both of his palms upwards so that she could see that he meant her no harm and carried no weaponry. ”You spilled some pearls on the street once. Do you remember?” Remi’s accented voice was kind and gentle, the look on his face one of gentle joy. Mimora