sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Oh well, it wasn't Loren's lips Remi would be looking at. Not for a long while in all likelihood. In any case though, the alchemist merely shrugged off the summoner's reply. "Two out of three ain't bad, so they say." 'They' in fact didn't exist in this world, but the saying was probably still apt enough.
"Obviously I will not be able to speak back to you, but hunting with a hawk is not too terribly hard. Mostly, do not get between me and the rabbit." He said with a boyish grin, before glancing up at the sky. His nose and cheeks were already reddening, and not wanting to stay in this ill-suited body any longer, Remi trotted forward a few steps before nimbly leaping into the air and shifting.
It felt good to be a hawk, his original shift, the least impressive (well, maybe not compared to a raccoon), but also the most him, he thought. Circling around Loren, not presuming he was welcome on the other man's shoulder, Remi merely glided towards the surrounding fields.
"Obviously I will not be able to speak back to you, but hunting with a hawk is not too terribly hard. Mostly, do not get between me and the rabbit." He said with a boyish grin, before glancing up at the sky. His nose and cheeks were already reddening, and not wanting to stay in this ill-suited body any longer, Remi trotted forward a few steps before nimbly leaping into the air and shifting.
It felt good to be a hawk, his original shift, the least impressive (well, maybe not compared to a raccoon), but also the most him, he thought. Circling around Loren, not presuming he was welcome on the other man's shoulder, Remi merely glided towards the surrounding fields.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
