Riding Isla was strange. Not only was it strange knowing that she had once been a human—one of his very best friends—but it was strange to ride a creature with its own sentience that could burrow into your own. Let it be clearly said there was nothing sexual about Remi being upon her back; being an animal himself he knew the distinction of forms well, but this was far from that anyways.
Still, it was strange.
He'd made a crude saddle for Isla that looked a bit odd. But he'd followed the mare's guidelines about what hurt her back and where she required more padding, and eventually they came upon something that they were both more or less satisfied with. And so, alchemist, baby, and medic-turned-mythical beast cantered at an easy pace out of the settlement and towards the small farm on the Outskirts. Whether or not Remi's bad luck would persist and he'd find that Rory was once again not home as he hadn't been the last time Remi had shown up unannounced, the alchemist didn't know.
(perhaps he ought to invent some sort of communication system across the Hollowed Grounds?)
Looking quite the strange trio—the boyish alchemist, the midnight hued unicorn, and the starry-eyed child—Remi arrived on the farm. Though Isla had no bridle, and so Remi had no reins, the unicorn stopped easily on the border as 3 sets of eyes scanned outwards, hoping to findRory .
Still, it was strange.
He'd made a crude saddle for Isla that looked a bit odd. But he'd followed the mare's guidelines about what hurt her back and where she required more padding, and eventually they came upon something that they were both more or less satisfied with. And so, alchemist, baby, and medic-turned-mythical beast cantered at an easy pace out of the settlement and towards the small farm on the Outskirts. Whether or not Remi's bad luck would persist and he'd find that Rory was once again not home as he hadn't been the last time Remi had shown up unannounced, the alchemist didn't know.
(perhaps he ought to invent some sort of communication system across the Hollowed Grounds?)
Looking quite the strange trio—the boyish alchemist, the midnight hued unicorn, and the starry-eyed child—Remi arrived on the farm. Though Isla had no bridle, and so Remi had no reins, the unicorn stopped easily on the border as 3 sets of eyes scanned outwards, hoping to find
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
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.
