REMI
the lullaby
The Greatwood is not his home no matter how long it has sheltered him. It is a wild untamed thing, and with predatory respect born of all the monsters within, he knows not to mistake familiarity with intimacy. So it is that he has learned to pick his paths carefully, to give back more than he ever takes, and to care for the Woods that she might allow him to continue his work beneath her hallowed branches.
However small it is amidst the canopy above, the bob of her heel does not escape Remi's senses. He assumes this is done for his benefit that he might not bumble by and waste her time. "We have met before if you remember." He says conversationally, leaning against the trunk of the tree upon which she perches, and folding his arms comfortably across his chest. "I was Governor of Torchline then, and you spoke on behalf of the fae."
However small it is amidst the canopy above, the bob of her heel does not escape Remi's senses. He assumes this is done for his benefit that he might not bumble by and waste her time. "We have met before if you remember." He says conversationally, leaning against the trunk of the tree upon which she perches, and folding his arms comfortably across his chest. "I was Governor of Torchline then, and you spoke on behalf of the fae."
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
