she sells sea shells by the sea shore

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Barechested and covered in sweat and scars, Remi was currently cutting up meat from the cloud-manta's that he and Ronin had been catching as of late. Yes, yes, the creatures were beautiful and majestic, but they also tasted delicious. So much the better if the jewels Ronin had pried from their foreheads actually let the hunter breathe underwater. Remi didn't need such an ability, not with octopus blood in his veins, but Ronin? Well, shooting stars couldn't breathe underwater apparently. Glancing up with narrowed eyes the colour of a calm and shallow sea, Remi watched the young woman retrieve her kite, though made absolutely no attempt to call out to her or make it known that he'd even taken notice of her.