maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
As she appeared the Alchemist could do little else other than hold his breath. His mind wanted to silently plead with Ludo? Mort? Vai? Someone else? for assistance, but of course there was no one else. Remi might have given his soul to Ludo, but the raggedy god would likely never serve as his own personal patron saint, to call upon in times of need. Theirs was seemingly not much of a two-way relationship.
So Remi held his breath, walked to the window, and waited.
Watching the world outside suddenly come alive with shining threads of water that snaked through the city, Remi felt a tentative rush of joy and relief.
"Safrin..." He murmured, turning an appreciative gaze her way, lips parted in awe and hesitation. "..Torchline owes you a great debt. No doubt the mermaids will be singing your praises for many years to come."
So Remi held his breath, walked to the window, and waited.
Watching the world outside suddenly come alive with shining threads of water that snaked through the city, Remi felt a tentative rush of joy and relief.
"Safrin..." He murmured, turning an appreciative gaze her way, lips parted in awe and hesitation. "..Torchline owes you a great debt. No doubt the mermaids will be singing your praises for many years to come."
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.
