the breath in my lungs

you trace my lines, stirring my soul

"Oh, so it's what's in that head that you married me for. I always wondered." He absolutely didn't, and the adoring look he turned to Ronin said as much.

"Mmm, I tried to make a bit of magical fishing net the other day and...nothing. It's the strangest thing." He didn't quite feel empty for the loss, though he did notice it keenly. "I didn't understand magic back in Northaven and I certainly don't understand it here." Remi shrugged a touch. He was a bit disappointed to have lost the ability, but it was a relief as well. Magic had been a burden and had developed into quite the chip on the alchemist's shoulder. He'd lived nearly all of his life without it, and he'd do so again if it came to that.

"Now so long as all of this hasn't totally sullied your mood," Remi stood, dragging Ronin up with him. "I was promised a swim." So saying, Ronin would find that the game of tag was not over, and would continue across the beach and into the surf, until rumbling bellies made the boys return back to the wagon.

~FIN

THE ALCHEMIST