You are alright. Remi thought soothingly, feeling the waves of upset and confusion wafting off of Oliver. At the mention of some dick the alchemist chuckled. Sending a pulse of amusement and apology towards the small creature, the alchemist reached out with his earthen magic to pull the mud from the pale animal's coat. I...may be that dick. He admitted with a mental hum of laughter. There was a clump of mud that I kicked away from my door. I am afraid I might have sent it skittering right into you. Sorry about that. Are you hurt at all? Remi might not have had healing magic, but no doubt Isla was close enough and could heal minor bruises and the like.
Nor do I. Remi answered with a soft shake of his head. With a more than humble upbringing, his knowledge of strange animals was quite limited. You look like this, though, he said. With a brief flourish of illusion magic, a replica of what Oliver was shimmered before him.
Nor do I. Remi answered with a soft shake of his head. With a more than humble upbringing, his knowledge of strange animals was quite limited. You look like this, though, he said. With a brief flourish of illusion magic, a replica of what Oliver was shimmered before him.
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.
