A new land to explore, Vai had said. Go get some air, Vai had said. And though Remi did not much at all feel like exploring nor like getting any air, he nodded amicably enough as she more or less shoved him out of the guildhall, promising that Aoife would be alright. She would be of course, he knew, and yet some strange paternal instinct had taken over and he didn't want to leave her. Vai left him little option though.
Walking seemed...far too social. He'd inevitably run into someone he knew, and they'd ask how he was and how he was coping and how Aoife was and his soul was still far too ragged and bruised for such discussions. Everyone meant well, but for once in life, he just couldn't.
And so he flew.
For a moment he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually flown, until, well...he did. It was the night his memories had been taken and Sam had touched him and called him darling. The thought of it now, combined with the note the bookmaker had left him made Remi internally wince, his heart crying out for simpler times.
And so he flew higher.
As he passed over the jagged scar in the earth that marked where the bubble had been briefly Remi tensed wondering if he'd be zapped unceremoniously from the sky. But he wasn't, and so he continued. Flying over trees more thick than any he had ever seen, Remi had the sudden and silly urge to breath it all in. Hawks did not gasp, couldn't really swallow down the sweet taste of air the way humans could. Angling himself downwards, Remi gently burst through the canopy of trees to land on a tree branch. Shifting into his human form as he leaned back against the trunk, Remi inhaled deeply.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, he smiled.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
