Something inside of Remi simultaneously blooms and wilts as Amalia says Aoife's name. It is a precious thing, her name. One of the only gifts that her mother and father have left her with, and something about that seems worthy of protection. But Amalia says it so sweetly that Remi can't help but be calmed and nod in agreement. "She was born during LongNight." He says, his words soft but their meaning and implication needing no further emphasis.
"I never had the chance to properly introduce myself that first time in the library with the gourds running about." Because of Ludo, Remi no longer remembered that he'd been there to see Loren, to try and speak with the librarian and rekindle what it was which had been doused. Now the alchemist merely remembered the uproar, Loren a blurred imagine in his mind. "But it is nice to meet you properly, without gourds or Spark Birds stealing the show."
"I never had the chance to properly introduce myself that first time in the library with the gourds running about." Because of Ludo, Remi no longer remembered that he'd been there to see Loren, to try and speak with the librarian and rekindle what it was which had been doused. Now the alchemist merely remembered the uproar, Loren a blurred imagine in his mind. "But it is nice to meet you properly, without gourds or Spark Birds stealing the show."
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
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.
