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 Though his kindly nature and generous affect had almost been entirely stripped away, still being egregiously impolite didn't come naturally to the alchemist. So as the young woman waved to him, Remi paused what he was doing to nod in her direction. Rising and brushing the curls from his face with a bloodied arm (leaving a smear across his forehead), he walked towards her conjuring a cloth for his hands as he did so. "Something you need?" He asked in a thickly accented voice. Closer now the scars on his throat and chest would be obvious and quite grotesque, though the confident manner with which Remi carried himself would suggest that he cared very little for the thoughts of the squeamish, especially where they concerned his body.