maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Unprepared to hear anyone speaking to him, it's with a rather surprised flutter of his lashes that Remi surveys the foliage to see what spirit he's disturbed today. The sudden pop of orange hair has his mouth dropping open, not because he's unhappy to see Ianto's daughter, but because of where she's currently sitting. "Hey Fiadh.." He replies in a voice that betrays how calm he's trying to be. It's as if he's trying to stalk up on an easily-startled creature that he approached the young attuned now.
"Absolutely I want a ride..only, I think part of the chariot is broken. That's what I've brought the rope for." He replies, gesturing to the long coil looped over his arm. "And we don't want to break it any further, right? So..what's the most careful you can get out of there, do you think?"
"Absolutely I want a ride..only, I think part of the chariot is broken. That's what I've brought the rope for." He replies, gesturing to the long coil looped over his arm. "And we don't want to break it any further, right? So..what's the most careful you can get out of there, do you think?"
THE LULLABY
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.
