On near silent wings, the alchemist glided carefully considering the god's words. Ludo, so boyish and young had yet never appeared to him to be so terrifying or steadfast. Had he hands instead of wings, Remi might have raked them through his curls as he'd likely do later on. For now though, he merely trilled a note of understanding, meagre as it was. REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.