are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Laughing despite the gravity of the moment, Remi removes the hand which was on Maeve's belly, and flexes part of his wing the way one might spread their fingers. Tugging, there is a brief moment of resistance and then a faint tearing sound, as a flight feather, likely the length of Maeve's arm or longer, is pulled from his wing. "There you are. A pristine feather for Safrin to burn as she wishes. Or you can make it into a quill. I believe Sam has done that with a few of mine." This latter sentiment is said with a bit of a shrug. Once upon a time Remi found it strange how many pieces of himself were simply scattered about Caido, but now he had so many more things on his mind than he did in those days, that he scarcely noticed.
With a self-degrading chuckle, Remi exhales a puff of air upwards such that it causes one of his curls to dance away from his forehead. "And yet, all things considered, I have a child on the way with a woman who, before that time, I had only met twice." He's sure that Maeve has heard about this, if only because Aurelia had.
With a self-degrading chuckle, Remi exhales a puff of air upwards such that it causes one of his curls to dance away from his forehead. "And yet, all things considered, I have a child on the way with a woman who, before that time, I had only met twice." He's sure that Maeve has heard about this, if only because Aurelia had.
remi
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.
