maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
but maybe that's a good thing
Blinking dazedly for a moment, still lost entirely in what he'd just done, eventually Remi's eyes focused upon Loren. Looking from the Launceleyn's face to the cup, understanding slowly dawned and he nodded sluggishly. Reaching for the glass with trembling fingers, Remi took a shaky breath before tipping his head back and laughing."No, I feel amazing." He said looking down at his hands as if half-expecting to see them radiating with light and power. "I..." But there was no way to explain how he was feeling, so he didn't bother. Instead he rose, looking towards the wagon.
"Care to see?"
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.