looking like that, you'll open some wounds
What little rains were to come this season had been making their rounds with surprising frequency in the Hollowed Ground. Puddles like potholes pockmarked the roads and fields to the delight of small children and the horror of anyone wanting to walk outside without getting muddy or wet. Remi was neither, and predictably he wasn't bothered at all by the water that soaked the bottom of his shoes such that every step was accompanied by a squelch.
What did bother him was a rather large puddle just outside the Atheneum. He could have sworn he saw it move (though that might have been a mere shiver of light caused by the moon). Even so, he stood with his arms folded, staring at it quite studiously. So long did Remi remain this way that shadows began to coalesce around him, climbing up his body and hiding him partially away in their inky darkness.
What did bother him was a rather large puddle just outside the Atheneum. He could have sworn he saw it move (though that might have been a mere shiver of light caused by the moon). Even so, he stood with his arms folded, staring at it quite studiously. So long did Remi remain this way that shadows began to coalesce around him, climbing up his body and hiding him partially away in their inky darkness.
THE LULLABY
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.
