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Remi looked ... well. He looked like any new parent might, especially if that parent was raising a child alone with only a unicorn and a baby dragon for support. Of course there were others who popped in to offer food, respite, and conversation, but for the most part, Remi was as exhausted as you would expect, but he was also repeating the benefits of being a 'father' as well. He lived in constant delight of what Aoife could do, the things she was slowly learning, and how she was slowly becoming more than just a lump of cells held together by chubby cheeks.
And so he looked alright, all things considered.
With Aoife strapped to his chest, held there by both magical means as well as some clever ingenuity on his part, Remi entered into the atheneum. He knew where he needed to go, but part of him felt reluctant given his past with Jigano. It wasn't a matter of pride that he did not want to immediately seek out the bard's expertise, more he felt he no longer had the right to impose. To ask. Jigano's knowledge was part and parcel with his friendship, and that was something the alchemist did not have, and he was unsure how far civility would get him.
Still he had to try. For Aoife.
With a small kiss against the top of her head and useless whispered words detailing silence and libraries, Remi moved to the back of the rows of shelves where he'd been told to come when the guild had first gotten off the ground, assuming that is where he would find the bard. Only there was no-one there. Instead he saw quite a large door he'd never recognized before, with an icon that seemed to indicate the group he sought was behind. Opening the door revealed a set of stairs that the alchemist had not been expecting. Resisting the urge to simply call out, Remi descended them as quietly as he could, and, with a bit of a sigh of relief, saw Jigano seated at one of the tables almost immediately from his vantage point.
With another kiss to Aoife's forehead (one of her grubby hands clutching his fingers as her star-lit eyes took in the cheery atmosphere) Remi made his way over to the guildmaster.
"Jigano? I apologize for interrupting you. I hope it is alright that I...ahh..let myself in?"
And so he looked alright, all things considered.
With Aoife strapped to his chest, held there by both magical means as well as some clever ingenuity on his part, Remi entered into the atheneum. He knew where he needed to go, but part of him felt reluctant given his past with Jigano. It wasn't a matter of pride that he did not want to immediately seek out the bard's expertise, more he felt he no longer had the right to impose. To ask. Jigano's knowledge was part and parcel with his friendship, and that was something the alchemist did not have, and he was unsure how far civility would get him.
Still he had to try. For Aoife.
With a small kiss against the top of her head and useless whispered words detailing silence and libraries, Remi moved to the back of the rows of shelves where he'd been told to come when the guild had first gotten off the ground, assuming that is where he would find the bard. Only there was no-one there. Instead he saw quite a large door he'd never recognized before, with an icon that seemed to indicate the group he sought was behind. Opening the door revealed a set of stairs that the alchemist had not been expecting. Resisting the urge to simply call out, Remi descended them as quietly as he could, and, with a bit of a sigh of relief, saw Jigano seated at one of the tables almost immediately from his vantage point.
With another kiss to Aoife's forehead (one of her grubby hands clutching his fingers as her star-lit eyes took in the cheery atmosphere) Remi made his way over to the guildmaster.
"Jigano? I apologize for interrupting you. I hope it is alright that I...ahh..let myself in?"
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.
