[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" Grinning broadly, Remi nods. "I had no idea you were an attuned." He says with a joyful smile. "Back home all shapeshifters—that is what we were called—wore golden cuffs." Remi continued, touching his wrist. "There was never any question of who could shift and who could not. But here Jigano tells me that asking is...ahhh impolite?" Boyishly he shrugs his shoulders. "Do you hunt?" He asks curiously, wondering if this is a question that falls under things he ought not to ask. "Not where I came from." Remi says with a snort and slight roll of his eyes. "But I am happy that Aoife will never have to know that life, so for her sake we can say they are the same." Turning his gaze from Amalia to the clouds floating by overhead, Remi lets his body happily sink into the ground. "In Northwind it was a choice, although only the commoners would chose it. It...was seen as a rather improper thing." He said, eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to weave the words around it, unsure how to communicate the reality of his past life in a place that was so different. "There was a ritual to complete, I suppose a bit like visiting a shrine here. You did not choose your animal, but it was just...part of you then. All of us were given a cuff to wear, gold I presume so that it seemed less like a shackle." Again he shrugged, fingers still knotted behind his curls. "But no, no gods. Just magic of a sort."