wild in the silence; no way to make it right
The calls come heedless of where he is or what he's doing. Offering a wordless explanation to Ronin—it being nothing more than the squeeze of his hand and a pulse of remorse and duty transferred through their bond—and then the alchemist is flying on near-silent wings away from the Spire and toward the fields. Like an internal compass set on pure intuition, the Lullaby simply goes where the cold press of obligation takes him.
Landing in the field, a place which had once been so familiar to him, the Lullaby's soft green eyes scan the tall grasses and the treeline for a sign of who it might be that he's here for. There is an anticipation deep within his bones, a stirring of adrenaline that borders nearly on < I>delight it's so strong and bright in his gut. So, with his winds still outspread like some sun-stroked angel, Remi tilts his head as he listens, and feels, and waits.
Landing in the field, a place which had once been so familiar to him, the Lullaby's soft green eyes scan the tall grasses and the treeline for a sign of who it might be that he's here for. There is an anticipation deep within his bones, a stirring of adrenaline that borders nearly on < I>delight it's so strong and bright in his gut. So, with his winds still outspread like some sun-stroked angel, Remi tilts his head as he listens, and feels, and waits.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
