i've got a river for a soul
Were you to approach, this is what you'd see: The alchemist, handsomely disheveled as always, seated just on the inside of the scar demarcating the Outskirts from the Greatwood. Legs crossed, he is bent over, plucking at errant blades of grass and apparently talking to someone. Though a cursory look would indicate no one was around.
"...I know it will not be as good as yours." Remi said with a boyish but sad smile. "And I am sure no matter what I do to mine, yours will somehow always be better." He added with a laugh, running a hand through his curls and softly shaking his head.
Ianto wasn't there of course. Remi had no idea where the fox was, though he thought even were he allowed to look for him in the Greatwood, he'd probably not be found. There was no one he'd rather discuss his wagon-plans with (except for Ronin), but if the alchemist had been taught one thing, it was that no one just got what they wanted. Not in Caido anyways.
"...I know it will not be as good as yours." Remi said with a boyish but sad smile. "And I am sure no matter what I do to mine, yours will somehow always be better." He added with a laugh, running a hand through his curls and softly shaking his head.
Ianto wasn't there of course. Remi had no idea where the fox was, though he thought even were he allowed to look for him in the Greatwood, he'd probably not be found. There was no one he'd rather discuss his wagon-plans with (except for Ronin), but if the alchemist had been taught one thing, it was that no one just got what they wanted. Not in Caido anyways.
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.
