maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
The rain was endless, but somehow always different. It brought with it different skies, different smells, different sounds. It was refreshing, and not just because of all it washed away. So Remi was telling the grave marker at the base of the lighthouse, anyways.
"I think you'd have laughed at all this." The Alchemist said softly from beneath the magical barrier above him that kept away the worst of the rain. "And you'd have wondered why and we'd have made up all sorts of stories to tell you. That the monsoon are tears from Safrin laughing so hard...or the L'ma lamenting its lack of wings..." Reaching down, Remi's fingers created small pebbles in the shape of stars that scattered along the rocks that marked Aoife's empty grave. They'd be blown or washed away like all the others before, but it didn't matter.
"I think you'd have laughed at all this." The Alchemist said softly from beneath the magical barrier above him that kept away the worst of the rain. "And you'd have wondered why and we'd have made up all sorts of stories to tell you. That the monsoon are tears from Safrin laughing so hard...or the L'ma lamenting its lack of wings..." Reaching down, Remi's fingers created small pebbles in the shape of stars that scattered along the rocks that marked Aoife's empty grave. They'd be blown or washed away like all the others before, but it didn't matter.
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.
