REMI
the lullaby
The alchemist notes her recognition with an easy reluctance. He is who he is and has been long enough that anonymity is a luxury he is rarely afforded. "Ah." He says with a quick smile that makes the muscles of his cold face twang uncomfortably. Though Remi relaxes somewhat to hear that she isn't here to pray, his body remains stiff where he stands, knowing that Safrin might yet have tricks up her sleeve that he'd rather not see.
Turning briefly, Remi closes his eyes and mutters a word or two of genuine thanks to Vi for all of his guidance. As for Safrin? Well, he was cold and uncomfortable, and here—plucking out a handful of seeds from his pocket (and some lint)—have an offering.
Turning back toward the hunter, now unsure how he was meant to peel himself away from the shrine, he clears his throat. "I am Remi Taliesin." He offers, his accent wrapping all the more heavily around his name.
Turning briefly, Remi closes his eyes and mutters a word or two of genuine thanks to Vi for all of his guidance. As for Safrin? Well, he was cold and uncomfortable, and here—plucking out a handful of seeds from his pocket (and some lint)—have an offering.
Turning back toward the hunter, now unsure how he was meant to peel himself away from the shrine, he clears his throat. "I am Remi Taliesin." He offers, his accent wrapping all the more heavily around his name.
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.
