never claimed to be a saint

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

"It tends to sneak up on you when you least expect it." Remi counters with a sly smile and as innocent a shrug as he can manage.

Watching the dragonling clean what's left thoroughly, he glances back to Seren with a bemused smile. "Oh, you never know when you might need something sharp." She was her father's daughter after all. Her mother's too. That Seren should have weapons on hand was basically a given at this point. 'Then again, who remembers broken cups?'

With a chuckle, the pair let the afternoon wind down with Remi showing the girl some of the various things he'd been working on. Chief among them was the Skyboat he and Mateo had been building. "And yes, we will all take her out together." He vows warmly.

~FIN

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!