the lullaby
Staring as if he had the ability to peer through the marrow and bone adoring the shaman's face, Remi looks from the masked figure to the guiser of fire behind her, and then back again. Despite the flames that made his features look almost illusory as the heat of them caused the air to shimmer, his expression was easily readable as one of skepticism with regards to this being a place of power.
"I am the Lullaby." Remi replies, taking a step forward. Predatory though he might be in other shifts as well as just a man, with a body encompassed by fire and feathers, his more aggressive nature was perhaps soothed such that his movements were fluid instead of rapacious. "The demigod of.." Aiming to move around the shaman that he might bring himself alongside the bowl of fire, Remi smiles to himself for a moment as he considers. "..death, I suppose." Had he ever said it so bluntly before? "Most just call me Remi."
Reaching a hand into the fire where it parted away from him like oil from water, the alchemist pulls in a slow breath before his pale stare flicks from the flames back to the shaman. "It was said that this place could grant power to the abandoned—magic users." If this Chaele did not know who he was, undoubtedly she was an outlander. "If I remember correctly, there are myths about jumping through the flames to become stronger. " With hardly any effort at all, the flames dampen down, and it's with an expression of you see? that Remi regards Chaele.
"I imagine it is a bit like saying you can walk on water. Easier when it is frozen, but still water-walking just the same."
"I am the Lullaby." Remi replies, taking a step forward. Predatory though he might be in other shifts as well as just a man, with a body encompassed by fire and feathers, his more aggressive nature was perhaps soothed such that his movements were fluid instead of rapacious. "The demigod of.." Aiming to move around the shaman that he might bring himself alongside the bowl of fire, Remi smiles to himself for a moment as he considers. "..death, I suppose." Had he ever said it so bluntly before? "Most just call me Remi."
Reaching a hand into the fire where it parted away from him like oil from water, the alchemist pulls in a slow breath before his pale stare flicks from the flames back to the shaman. "It was said that this place could grant power to the abandoned—magic users." If this Chaele did not know who he was, undoubtedly she was an outlander. "If I remember correctly, there are myths about jumping through the flames to become stronger. " With hardly any effort at all, the flames dampen down, and it's with an expression of you see? that Remi regards Chaele.
"I imagine it is a bit like saying you can walk on water. Easier when it is frozen, but still water-walking just the same."
Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
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.
