maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
but maybe that's a good thing
Stoking the fire with enough wood that he shouldn't have to disturb Lily, the alchemist takes up a spot near the hearth with Aoife nestled on his lap. Though the girl is at the age were crawling about is infinitely better than sitting still, Remi's constant cooing that she ought to wait and see what Lily has, placate her for a moment.Still, with grubby hands she reaches out towards the entertainer, singing her own nonsense song in the interim.
Remi
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.