our sins are washed away
Saiden had been avoiding Remi, if the cook was being honest. Ever since getting his nose broken, and their less than pleasant second conversation in the Hanged Man, he'd avoided the alchemist as best he could. However, now that the other man was Governor, the Hali figured it was time to see if they could at least have a civil working relationship, if nothing else.
Or at least see if they could power their way through any lingering tension.
So he'd sent Remi a note, asking to meet for a friendly sparring match. Waiting patiently, Saiden stood a short distance down the coast from the Aumakua and the Governor's new house. As the cook waited, he stared out to sea, a pensive expression on his face. Hands in the pockets of the shorts that were the only thing he wore, he just let the water lap over his toes.
Or at least see if they could power their way through any lingering tension.
So he'd sent Remi a note, asking to meet for a friendly sparring match. Waiting patiently, Saiden stood a short distance down the coast from the Aumakua and the Governor's new house. As the cook waited, he stared out to sea, a pensive expression on his face. Hands in the pockets of the shorts that were the only thing he wore, he just let the water lap over his toes.
