the waters are sleeping

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Soon, Deepforst would be upon Torchline. It was strange to think that in other parts of the continent snow would blanket everything. Here, it seemed that although the winds might get brisk, the sun would never leave.

Sat on the end of the dock with his feet barefoot in the water, there was a fishing pole at Remi's side though it didn't seem to be in use. Staring intently down into the glasslike ocean, the Alchemist marvelled at just how...quite his thoughts were. He couldn't hear the other attuned, couldn't compel the fish below. It was a strange sort of silence, more emotional than anything, and it would certainly take some getting used to.