Isla
From within the house with the cheerful green door, Remi will hear a small thump, followed by quick footsteps. Isla throws the door open and proceeds to throw herself at the alchemist next, her arms about his neck in a hug before she can stop herself. "Hello, Remi," she trills, her cheeks round, her smile more than audible in her voice. It would be a lie to say she hadn't felt the same as the Lullaby, and the longer time had passed without hearing from Remi, the more lingering awkwardness she had begun to feel.
But with him in front of her now, looking the same and not seeming as though he's come to deliver bad news, all of that simply dissolves away. Stepping back a fraction to look up at him, she nods towards the interior of the house. "It's good to see you. Want to come in? I was just reading, that's all."
But with him in front of her now, looking the same and not seeming as though he's come to deliver bad news, all of that simply dissolves away. Stepping back a fraction to look up at him, she nods towards the interior of the house. "It's good to see you. Want to come in? I was just reading, that's all."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
