i've got a river for a soul
He'd done it wrong, and so Ronin had gone to make it right. Alone, with just a note offering that Remi might follow if he wanted. It made him feel...small, in hard to articulate ways. He'd known that he'd been letting Ronin down—had articulated as much—but still to be faced with such clear evidence of it had him staring at the note for long minutes. Perhaps he'd go walk into the sea and not come back. He could live underwater, could simply drift as he was doing now.
He wouldn't of course, though his hawk-eyes did linger on the sea nearly the entire flight towards the lighthouse.
Ahead the alchemist could see Ronin knelt over something and he felt the familiar and unwavering pull of love for the hunter. Banking softly and silently to land on a boulder nearby, Remi regarded Ronin silently until the hunter glanced up. Bashfully perhaps the hawk ruffled its tawny feathers, adjusting its stance before speaking. I had no real family growing up, save for my parents. My mother was once close to hers, but my father pulled her away from them, and so...it was the three of us. When she died, there was no grave. No ceremony or words said. My father took her into a room to say his last goodbyes—and only much later did I realize the implications of that—before tossing her body into a swamp. Ronin wasn't an attuned and so wouldn't feel the dark swell of emotions, but even birds have understandable body language if you look. It was only in Northaven and then Northwind that I realized that wasn't the normal way of things, though perhaps I should have assumed...
Silently for a moment, Remi moulded back into his own body, sitting pensively on the stone. "I'm sorry, Ronin."
He wouldn't of course, though his hawk-eyes did linger on the sea nearly the entire flight towards the lighthouse.
Ahead the alchemist could see Ronin knelt over something and he felt the familiar and unwavering pull of love for the hunter. Banking softly and silently to land on a boulder nearby, Remi regarded Ronin silently until the hunter glanced up. Bashfully perhaps the hawk ruffled its tawny feathers, adjusting its stance before speaking. I had no real family growing up, save for my parents. My mother was once close to hers, but my father pulled her away from them, and so...it was the three of us. When she died, there was no grave. No ceremony or words said. My father took her into a room to say his last goodbyes—and only much later did I realize the implications of that—before tossing her body into a swamp. Ronin wasn't an attuned and so wouldn't feel the dark swell of emotions, but even birds have understandable body language if you look. It was only in Northaven and then Northwind that I realized that wasn't the normal way of things, though perhaps I should have assumed...
Silently for a moment, Remi moulded back into his own body, sitting pensively on the stone. "I'm sorry, Ronin."
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.
