i'll meet you half way
What shall we talk about? How about how your little brother is definitely going to grow up to be quite the heartbreaker? Remi mused, affection coating his mental voice. About how Aoife already has a dragon and a unicorn in her arsenal? The alchemist knew that the topics didn't really matter. Hearing his voice was probably all that was keeping Ashe from shifting into a wolf to break free of the cloth-prison he'd placed her in.
As they walked, the lion's eyes were mostly squeezed shut. It wasn't as though he could truly see anyways, and with the sands threatening to scrape away the last shreds of his eyes, it made more sense to keep them tightly closed. The smell of singed flesh intermingled with Jigano's cries made Remi's eyes immediately snapped open. Though he wasn't expecting to suddenly see a tall pale horse, Jigano had already alluded to the fact that he had more shifts other than those Remi knew about, and now was certainly not the time for questions.
Yes. As much pressure as you can take, Amalia. He encouraged softly.
To the morsel in his mouth, Remi thought about arguing for a moment but knew it wouldn't do much good. The wind seemed to be dying down some, and if Ashe could indeed direct the lightning that would be all for the better. Dropping his muzzle to place the bag softly down, he inserted a claw to make an opening at the top. Trying to block the wind with his body, he moved to let Ashe out and to shift.
As they walked, the lion's eyes were mostly squeezed shut. It wasn't as though he could truly see anyways, and with the sands threatening to scrape away the last shreds of his eyes, it made more sense to keep them tightly closed. The smell of singed flesh intermingled with Jigano's cries made Remi's eyes immediately snapped open. Though he wasn't expecting to suddenly see a tall pale horse, Jigano had already alluded to the fact that he had more shifts other than those Remi knew about, and now was certainly not the time for questions.
Yes. As much pressure as you can take, Amalia. He encouraged softly.
To the morsel in his mouth, Remi thought about arguing for a moment but knew it wouldn't do much good. The wind seemed to be dying down some, and if Ashe could indeed direct the lightning that would be all for the better. Dropping his muzzle to place the bag softly down, he inserted a claw to make an opening at the top. Trying to block the wind with his body, he moved to let Ashe out and to shift.
if you're coming the long way
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.
