Remi the Alchemist "Ah." The alchemist replied, head dipping instinctively in a silent sort of apology. Remi too seemed to want to emphasize the lightness of the world amidst the darkened tale, making the grasses around Aoife wave gently and a vine to grow suddenly and boop her softly on the nose. "Froze." Remi whispered. "How terrible." He added with a shaky exhale of sadness and guilt for thinking so poorly of the god. To be left to die as a child was a fate worse than any should endure. "Maybe that is why its mask was so important...if its face was frozen..." Biting his lip he shook his head, offering Amalia a weak smile. |
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.