REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"It isn't." Remi said with a deft shake of his head. "Seren never had a dragon to look over her from a nest of frost while she slept in her crib. Was never checked on by a starlit version of you. Never galloped down the halls of the guild on my back as a lion." Seren was good and pure in her own right, but there was simply no comparing her to Aoife.
"Well...that is the thing about those chosen by the gods I imagine. You don't get to choose your tasks. Perhaps the ones you want least are precisely the ones always given." If it was a task Ronin had wanted after all, what sort of test would that be?
'The Festival of Lights is soon...perhaps we'll hear her laugh yet." Remi said softly, not letting himself get his hopes up, but sinking into the hope of it just the same.
"Well...that is the thing about those chosen by the gods I imagine. You don't get to choose your tasks. Perhaps the ones you want least are precisely the ones always given." If it was a task Ronin had wanted after all, what sort of test would that be?
'The Festival of Lights is soon...perhaps we'll hear her laugh yet." Remi said softly, not letting himself get his hopes up, but sinking into the hope of it just the same.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
