we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Running a hand up the side of his cheek, Remi sighs. What else is there to do at the end of conversations about murder and might and actions gone unchecked, than to sigh heavily? Better that than do the things Remi desperately wanted to. Things that would no doubt result in an escalation of certain timelines that everyone else would likely prefer to remain unchecked.
I think so. He agrees, of the poured water. Shifting that he might return back to the Greatwood the way he'd come, the hawk gives the Sword a final look. Be well. I know Ronin and I have plans to meet with Noah in Halo. Perhaps we will see each other again soon. So thinking, the hawk rises into the sky, disappearing against a blot of pale clouds.
~FIN
I think so. He agrees, of the poured water. Shifting that he might return back to the Greatwood the way he'd come, the hawk gives the Sword a final look. Be well. I know Ronin and I have plans to meet with Noah in Halo. Perhaps we will see each other again soon. So thinking, the hawk rises into the sky, disappearing against a blot of pale clouds.
~FIN
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
