Possessing more feline instincts than canine ones, something inside of Remi wanted to come forward in an aggressive manner. To bare teeth, to roar and do any number of other decidedly un-Remi things. In Isla's mane his hand tightened only momentarily before it relaxed, and he gave the welcome-wagon a bright smile. "Hallo to you too." He laughed before dismounting with strange awkwardness. Now, horses of any kind had been rare in Northaven and those that were belonged to the upper echelons of society so Remi actually had very little practice around them. That and trying to dismount while holding a squirming child was difficult in its own right. Still, he managed it well enough (neither he nor Aoife landed in the dirt, so that was presumably a win).
Strolling towards Rory with Aoife sat easily in the crook of his arm, the alchemist came to stand beside the man sat so casually and yet so regally upon the fence. "ooooH!" Aoife cooed, one grubby and fat hand making squishing motions towards the goats and kids as they goated and kidded about. "Mm. Goats" Remi replied, gently kissing her dark swath of curls before looking up to Rory with a smile.
Though the flood of tears had made Remi feel hollowed and weak and tattered, the repetitive flush of them had made his eyes impossibly clear. Cracked and broken, at least the wounds had been flushed out. "Hallo Rory." He said with boyish ease, squinting up slightly into the sun and closing one eye as if that would help at all.
Strolling towards Rory with Aoife sat easily in the crook of his arm, the alchemist came to stand beside the man sat so casually and yet so regally upon the fence. "ooooH!" Aoife cooed, one grubby and fat hand making squishing motions towards the goats and kids as they goated and kidded about. "Mm. Goats" Remi replied, gently kissing her dark swath of curls before looking up to Rory with a smile.
Though the flood of tears had made Remi feel hollowed and weak and tattered, the repetitive flush of them had made his eyes impossibly clear. Cracked and broken, at least the wounds had been flushed out. "Hallo Rory." He said with boyish ease, squinting up slightly into the sun and closing one eye as if that would help at all.
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.
