REMI
What Torchline would be like during Deepfrost, Remi had no idea. The locals all complained about the cold, but surely it was nothing like the Grounds. Still, he was happy to soak up the sun while it was still there. Shirtless with only thread-bare pants to cover a body darkened by the sun (save for his scars), Remi leaned against one of the porous volcanic rocks, marveling silently at the timely way the guisers erupted. He'd have said it was like clockwork, had clocks been invented.
With one knee bent and his back at an easy angle, Remi felt as though he could stay by the soft rainbow rocks all day. Ronin was off Ronining somewhere, perhaps with his new child. Good for him.
Creating a stone, Remi tossed it at a hel which had landed nearby, hpping to startle the bird into flight and away from him.
With one knee bent and his back at an easy angle, Remi felt as though he could stay by the soft rainbow rocks all day. Ronin was off Ronining somewhere, perhaps with his new child. Good for him.
Creating a stone, Remi tossed it at a hel which had landed nearby, hpping to startle the bird into flight and away from him.
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.
