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On his way to the woodlands Remi's anxious and worried fingers had been errantly plucking at the wildflowers that still somehow bloomed despite the oppressive heat. By the time he reached the small cottage he had an armful of assorted blooms and stems and broken stalks that he picked at and shifted and re-settled and sorted over and over again. He had been gone from Vai far too long, and apparently, he wasn't the only one. Rapping on the heavy wooden door, Remi took a few steps back to peer into one of the windows as he called out for the huntress turned healer turned witch. It was a beautiful afternoon, and it was entirely possible that she was out hunting and not at home at all. Still, he'd try here first. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris, until it's time I'll pull it together and fix myself eventually & know it's mine