drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

Remi was making a map of his own, of this area. Though he'd more or less become one of the locals by now, he didn't trust the merchants of Torchline to give him a proper map. He was still an Outlander, for better or worse. Besides, it wasn't as though he hadn't time on his hands. When he wasn't out killing on Ludo's behalf.

So as the waterline began to rise, Remi took shelter in one of the higher sections of the tunnel system. It was small and cramped and smelled of mould, but hardly any of that mattered. Ronin was out Ronin-ing, and the high tide lasted only a few hours at this time of day. He'd be able to work on understanding how his magic had changed, and how things were—

—Remi's expression darkened considerably to see the goose awkwardly flying into the cave. Thinking it Loren, because of course he did, Remi's lips pulled into a snarl as he fixed the goose with a darkened stare. "I said I was done with you Loren. No amount of theatrical throat-slitting is going to change that." He growled into the dark, eyes turning a predatory amber.

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