aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Biting at the inside of his cheek as if the small snaps of pain help to keep him focused on Milo and not on the thousands of other thoughts vying for his attention in his mind, Remi nods. It being down a few hundred feet was hardly the description he was hoping for; not only did he already know it was surely at the bottom, but the ocean was vast, and so far this conversation wasn't narrowing his search field down.
Oh. Until it did.
"That would be great. Are you an attuned?" He asks, brow raised. "I could carry us, shifted. But it is a bit inconvenient if you can't hear me." Remi explains with a shrug. Though Torchline wasn't properly cold, the water would be brisk, Torcher or not.
Oh. Until it did.
"That would be great. Are you an attuned?" He asks, brow raised. "I could carry us, shifted. But it is a bit inconvenient if you can't hear me." Remi explains with a shrug. Though Torchline wasn't properly cold, the water would be brisk, Torcher or not.
THE
LULLABY
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.
