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"Mmmm. We were called shape-changers." He elaborated with a gentle shrug. "Not so obviously, no. We could never remove them, but when we shifted we could bring our clothing and items with us. That is what the cuff did. What it also did was let everyone know who—or what—you were dealing with." With the ease of someone who had always been at the bottom of the societal totem pole, the alchemist continued without much emotion in his voice. " To be a shapechanger was to be at the bottom of society." He added for clarity.
Remi too seemed aware of the gentle stasis they had reached. Perhaps it was mere shyness and uncertainty on his part, but the alchemist found himself watching to retract from difficult conversation, if only so that he didn't spoil it. Too much too soon might wash away the stability of the past moments discourse, and as with most things, it was easier to get along than to not. And even if it was only for selfish reasons, Remi did indeed want to get along with the bard, so he hummed a note of agreement and let their mutual pasts remain firmly behind them.
"Yes, exactly. Perhaps it is because I have not grown up with magic but...it almost does not feel as though I have created or done these things." Remi said in agreement. Chuckling Remi nodded at the thought. "Very clever though." He added, nodding his approval.
"I think so." Remi said, placing a hand on the rocky outer crust. With eyes gently focused on the stone, the alchemist pulled in a breath, then breathed it out. As he did crystalline structures overtook the darkened shell and the same jagged formations from within suddenly grew along the top. The entire structure appeared significantly lighter now that light could easily pass through the totality of it.
Remi too seemed aware of the gentle stasis they had reached. Perhaps it was mere shyness and uncertainty on his part, but the alchemist found himself watching to retract from difficult conversation, if only so that he didn't spoil it. Too much too soon might wash away the stability of the past moments discourse, and as with most things, it was easier to get along than to not. And even if it was only for selfish reasons, Remi did indeed want to get along with the bard, so he hummed a note of agreement and let their mutual pasts remain firmly behind them.
"Yes, exactly. Perhaps it is because I have not grown up with magic but...it almost does not feel as though I have created or done these things." Remi said in agreement. Chuckling Remi nodded at the thought. "Very clever though." He added, nodding his approval.
"I think so." Remi said, placing a hand on the rocky outer crust. With eyes gently focused on the stone, the alchemist pulled in a breath, then breathed it out. As he did crystalline structures overtook the darkened shell and the same jagged formations from within suddenly grew along the top. The entire structure appeared significantly lighter now that light could easily pass through the totality of it.
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.
