At the elongated way she seemed to whine his name, the alchemist turned abruptly to look at his companion, an expression of worry creasing his features. Had he insulted her somehow? Done something wrong here? Touched or looked what he shouldn't have?
As she revealed herself from behind the curtain of her own hair, he tilted his head slightly as she explained. Sort of.
"How to ...?" He repeated, confused. But then suddenly she was off, and with a marveled inhaled gasp of wonder, he watched the way she seemed to breeze across the surface of the water as if she were some sort of extension of it. And, for all the alchemist knew, she very well might be.
Kneeling down on the bank fully prepared to simply reach in and take a handful, Remi noticed the way Eliza seemed to peer curiously at him. Her look combined with her previous statement had him rocking back on his heels slightly, chewing thoughtfully at the inside of his lip. "Ahh...is there anything I should know before simply taking some?" He asked with a boyish and lopsided grin.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
