REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Glancing up at Ludo, it's with what feels like a banshee's wail barricaded behind his teeth, that Remi nods. In greeting as much as recognition of the herald's first guess.
_ A _ _ A
The first A was likely expected by the god, but the second? Trying to exhale steadily, Remi held the bit of charcoal in his fingers as loosely as he could lest he snap it and find himself reduced to tracing out letters in the dirt.
Whether Ludo was as omniscient as Safrin was, or pretended to be, didn't matter much to the Lullaby. Either it was enough information or the game would continue.
The first A was likely expected by the god, but the second? Trying to exhale steadily, Remi held the bit of charcoal in his fingers as loosely as he could lest he snap it and find himself reduced to tracing out letters in the dirt.
Whether Ludo was as omniscient as Safrin was, or pretended to be, didn't matter much to the Lullaby. Either it was enough information or the game would continue.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
