The sound of caninesque distress had the alchemist immediately falling to a halt, looking around questioningly. Again he might have missed the small creature shaking away the mud (such was a rather common sight after all); it was only the sound of Oliver's voice in his mind that drew Remi's attention towards the small pale fox.
"Oliver?" He called out. And then, in a silent voice meant for the fox added, Is that you? Remi's mental voice was more thickly accented than his speaking was voice, given that he'd never tried to train himself to smooth away the syllables in his mind. Even so, curiosity and concern wafted through the bond towards the small creature as the alchemist softly made his way over.
Hands held out, palms up in a placating gesture, Remi knelt down near where Oliver (presumably) was trying to rid himself of mud.
"Oliver?" He called out. And then, in a silent voice meant for the fox added, Is that you? Remi's mental voice was more thickly accented than his speaking was voice, given that he'd never tried to train himself to smooth away the syllables in his mind. Even so, curiosity and concern wafted through the bond towards the small creature as the alchemist softly made his way over.
Hands held out, palms up in a placating gesture, Remi knelt down near where Oliver (presumably) was trying to rid himself of mud.
we were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun
never give up, never slow down, never grow old,
never, ever die young
never give up, never slow down, never grow old,
never, ever die young
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.
