i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
On their way from the Greatwood to the Hollowed Ground, Mateo and Remi have plucked a rather motley—but thoughtful—assortment of flowers (and sticks—Mateo quite likes sticks) for Isla. Its grown so large that Remi is finding it difficult to both cradle his son against his chest, and to also ensure that nothing that they've accumulated is lost. Some likely is, but it's easy enough to distract Mateo from what they're leaving in their wake.
It felt surreal to be walking toward Isla's clinic, in the Hollowed Ground of all places. Of course that's where she'd establish herself again, but the alchemist hadn't any intention of ever returning to this place unless he absolutely had to. Now, despite the fact that the medic would probably have met him on the borders willingly enough, here he was opening the door to her clinic.
"Isla?"
It felt surreal to be walking toward Isla's clinic, in the Hollowed Ground of all places. Of course that's where she'd establish herself again, but the alchemist hadn't any intention of ever returning to this place unless he absolutely had to. Now, despite the fact that the medic would probably have met him on the borders willingly enough, here he was opening the door to her clinic.
"Isla?"
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.
