the little prince

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

The yellow of her hair, the blue of her eyes, and the silvery-sheen of her cheeks is all that Mateo can see. Isla is a world of colour that the boy doesn't want to let out of his sight, and as they make their way toward one of the exam rooms, Mateo is flailing wildly in Remi's arms as if to hurry along a stubborn horse.

'Well, as far as first impressions go, I think you've nailed it." He agrees. Silently he wonders if there will be a need for specific ascended-based rooms and devices. For a moment he images a room filled with blood, and it makes his stomach turn slightly before he shakes away the mental painting of it.

"Well, we're..." Sitting on the bed, Remi positions the boy in his lap (who of course wants to be anywhere but stationary), and bites the inside of his cheek. "I...well.." Sighing and ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi offers the medic a crooked smile. "I think I used him to teleport. Its...magic I didn't know I had, or how to control really. And I don't think that its had any ill effects, but it isn't exactly like he can tell me."