REMI
the lullaby
Watching Hadama with all the quiet curiosity of a parent witnessing their child's first interactions with something new, Remi listens with a slight tilt of his head. "I have, yes." He replies, before pausing to consider the truth of this. "Or well...I have encountered her." He clarifies with a small frown. "Do you know...it has never occurred to me to see if she required any aid leaving this place. I always assumed it was well within her power to do so, or that the Fae or the Mathair would have helped her long before I came along."
Kneeling down near Hadama, Remi reaches towards the pool where red lichen immediately spirals up his fingertips. "Funny the things you just...assume, simply because they were a certain way when you first encountered them." It wasn't funny though, it was selfish and ignorant, and the frown on the alchemist's face acknowledged as much.
Kneeling down near Hadama, Remi reaches towards the pool where red lichen immediately spirals up his fingertips. "Funny the things you just...assume, simply because they were a certain way when you first encountered them." It wasn't funny though, it was selfish and ignorant, and the frown on the alchemist's face acknowledged as much.
Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.
Who I was when I was mine.
I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
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.
