i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
Grumbling something under his breath that very much sounds like well, we could, Remi grins and accepts the hand that heaves him to his feet. Groaning as his frozen muscles threaten to snap in cartoonish fashion. Feeling the flux and snap of Ronin's emotions, the alchemist nods in the wake of all that isn't said. "They are as much of me as they are of her." He offers, unsure if that makes it better or worse.
Reaching into the folds of his jacket, Remi makes a face, winces, and pulls. Well, plucks, really. With a snarl of annoyance, he turns from Ronin to fit the handful of feathers into the hollow of a nearby tree. "For something's bedding." He announces, unsure if offerings had to be listed. "And I will make sure that the snow doesn't pile up and that debris does not alter the flow of the Stonesong." Such was a ridiculous vow for a mortal to make given the amount of work he was obligating himself to, but then, there was nothing he'd not do for the safety of his children.
Holding a hand out in Ronin's direction, Remi smiles adoringly. "Home? Stew?"
Reaching into the folds of his jacket, Remi makes a face, winces, and pulls. Well, plucks, really. With a snarl of annoyance, he turns from Ronin to fit the handful of feathers into the hollow of a nearby tree. "For something's bedding." He announces, unsure if offerings had to be listed. "And I will make sure that the snow doesn't pile up and that debris does not alter the flow of the Stonesong." Such was a ridiculous vow for a mortal to make given the amount of work he was obligating himself to, but then, there was nothing he'd not do for the safety of his children.
Holding a hand out in Ronin's direction, Remi smiles adoringly. "Home? Stew?"
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.
