My sweetest friend

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find Remi hardly noticed Ludo moving. It blended in with the blackish background as it was, but even had it not, the alchemist's eyes were focused so intensely on the frothing and combining skin and bone before him, he had basically forgotten how to breathe, much less anything else. "Wh—" Remi called, spinning rapidly, eyes wide. But there was nothing. Ludo was gone. "You..you said..she..." Remi shouted into the empty air. Panic descended on him like ice water. Turning again, Remi regarded the unicorn with wide eyes. He hardly breathed. "Isla?" He asked in a shaky voice. The unicorn regarded him silently with a mischievous pebble-blue stare that he recognized in his very soul. "I...I thought..." Remi stuttered. If Isla had a brow to raise in this form, the medic would have. Instead she just regarded him calmly, though through the bond that now connecting them, the alchemist could feel Isla shaking her head. Ever practical even in this foreign body, she mentally urged that they go back to the Temple. They could debate the merits of his choices later. Shakily, Remi nodded. Beginning to walk forward, Remi felt a nose in the small of his back, shoving him briskly. "What?" He said, turning to see the unicorn giving him a flat stare. In his mind he could see the image of him getting on her back, to which he immediately shook his head. "No, that...that would be.." Weird? She was still Isla after all. I have carried you as a raccoon. This is no different. Her voice in his mind made him wheeze and nearly drop to his knees. "It really is you then." He whispered, stretching out a hand awkwardly. It felt so strange to touch her in this form, condescending perhaps, but still his fingers found the dark fur of her muzzle, and he gasped at her warmth. We need to go, Remi. She urged, and, too overcome at hearing the sound of her again, the real her somehow, Remi nodded. Reaching down, he picked up the green beacon she'd once dropped. Tangling his fingers into her mane, Remi pulled himself onto her back. As she did, Isla gave a snort of appreciation to the luxere, and galloped off into the night. Isla the unicorn looks like this!