all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"An interesting statement you're making in all of this, but aren't you a bit early?" The alchemist mused in a low and mischievous voice as he neared the Sage. With a bit of fruit in his hand and dressed for comfort (thread-bear trousers and his magical shirt), he folded one arm over the other as he looked around at the decadence and decorations which had been set up. The Festival of Lights wasn't for another few weeks, after all.
"A man who doesn't call these sands his home deciding to lead the Festival of Lights here?" Remi raised a brow in polite challenge. But the alchemist couldn't help but feel that this was only more of what seemed to be the mentality of the Hollowed Grounds: that the rest of the world needed to have those from the Hollowed Grounds doing things for them.
Taking a bite from the fruit (a plum), the alchemist shrugged gently. Surely nothing of what he'd said wasn't something the Sage hadn't already considered.
"A man who doesn't call these sands his home deciding to lead the Festival of Lights here?" Remi raised a brow in polite challenge. But the alchemist couldn't help but feel that this was only more of what seemed to be the mentality of the Hollowed Grounds: that the rest of the world needed to have those from the Hollowed Grounds doing things for them.
Taking a bite from the fruit (a plum), the alchemist shrugged gently. Surely nothing of what he'd said wasn't something the Sage hadn't already considered.
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.
