(SEASONAL EVENT) Guardian (OPEN)

"Mmmm." Remi nodded thoughtfully. "I have heard that the old gods are displeased with how the Voice seems to try and play god with her creations but.." Remi shrugged, running a hand through his curls. "I suppose I can see the allure. With that sort of power, the want to help is easy to understand. Even I did it, and I am not anything compared to her. That being said though, I do think your...ahhh...ability to translate between us might come in handy." He added with a mischievous grin. "They do not know what they are missing." Remi said instantly, before realizing just what he'd said and how it likely sounded. Smiling as a blush touched his cheeks, the alchemist fell silent for a moment as he gazed at Isla. Already his heartbeat had quickened at the mere thought of what it was he was proposing, if only because he knew what it had entailed. "Here I thought you were a more diligent researcher Isla." He chuckled with a shrug. "To think you settled to be a mere lionness, when instead you could have done this—" Reaching towards the bowl of stew, Remi touched it gently. Instantly it became gold-coated. REMI Where do you go when you're right next to me?