our hands they seek the end of afternoons
It was no secret that those from other worlds tended to appear in and around the Spire. Having been one himself, only a year or so before the alchemist had a soft spot in his heart for those who appeared bewildered and alone. Remi of course had arrived in an unparalleled grouping, making his transition into this strange world far easier than those who appeared in drips and drops, largely on their own.
And so it was, that in the snowy afternoon upon seeing a man suddenly appearing in the snow, he didn't balk or even flinch with surprise. Instead he softly trotted towards him with a gentle smile on his boyish features. "Hallo—" Remi called gently, his accent melodic and calm as he smiled softly down at the new arrival.
"Here, you must be freezing." He added, and suddenly, in his hands, a blanket appeared. Kneeling down he offered it to towards Oliver, his sea-glass green eyes kind and welcoming.
And so it was, that in the snowy afternoon upon seeing a man suddenly appearing in the snow, he didn't balk or even flinch with surprise. Instead he softly trotted towards him with a gentle smile on his boyish features. "Hallo—" Remi called gently, his accent melodic and calm as he smiled softly down at the new arrival.
"Here, you must be freezing." He added, and suddenly, in his hands, a blanket appeared. Kneeling down he offered it to towards Oliver, his sea-glass green eyes kind and welcoming.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
