The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring

Яemi

you're every song that fills my mind

Tilting his head slightly to try and catch the sound, the alchemist smiled, in no way picking up on the nuances of what he'd—And Eliza—had said.

"I would very much like that." He agreed with a wide and boyish smile. With a flourishing he opened an arm as if suggesting that she ought to lead the way. Unlike his encounter with Ianto, for some reason Remi had thoughts that this beautiful girl might be anything other than what she appeared to be. So far though Ludo had only taken on forms of those Remi did in fact know—people he was close to—and perhaps that was justification enough to assume that even if Eliza could not necessarily be trusted fully yet, that she was at least who she said she was, or appeared to be.

Table base by Sky!