maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
It had taken the Alchemist a few days before he had the energy to climb the lighthouse steps to where Safrin's shrine lay waiting. Not only because of the horrors of LongNight and what it had done to his husband, but because he was oh so very weary of the goddess's tricks and demands of his family. Would she say they had not done enough? Would there be more that she asked of Torchline? Such might have been reasonable enough, but Remi was already so very close to his breaking point with Safrin, that was there anyone at all who would have care about his thoughts on the matter, he would have prayed fervently to them.
With those who wanted to join him holding their lit candles as before, Remi knelt by the goddess's altar and closed his eyes. "Safrin, we have done what you asked. And now, with the light having returned to our sands, we ask for the people of Torchline to be reunited with the canals."
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With those who wanted to join him holding their lit candles as before, Remi knelt by the goddess's altar and closed his eyes. "Safrin, we have done what you asked. And now, with the light having returned to our sands, we ask for the people of Torchline to be reunited with the canals."
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THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
