& my heart ran away from me
'Aoife.' He replies simply, the name slipping lovingly from his lips. His accent is the wrong one for her name of course, but it doesn't matter.
Strolling back towards the sand, Remi can't help but laugh. "You know, our first day here, my husband stole that wagon." He said, mischief and memory tugging his lips up into a smile as he slowly shakes his head. "The one we left behind was magical. Bigger on the inside with every luxury you could think of. And now we sleep cramped in the back of that." Still, Remi couldn't sound more pleased about it.
"Do you think you'll find yourself here more often, now that the portals are up and running?"
Strolling back towards the sand, Remi can't help but laugh. "You know, our first day here, my husband stole that wagon." He said, mischief and memory tugging his lips up into a smile as he slowly shakes his head. "The one we left behind was magical. Bigger on the inside with every luxury you could think of. And now we sleep cramped in the back of that." Still, Remi couldn't sound more pleased about it.
"Do you think you'll find yourself here more often, now that the portals are up and running?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
