You could have it all; my empire of dirt [OPEN]

remi Movement below immediately caught the hawk's attention. The flash of hair that looked nearly white in the sunlight however immediately told the hawk all he needed to know about the being below: it wasn't Ianto. But was it someone he recognized? Remi didn't think so, but nor did he think the woman below occupied the same sort of role that Rory had. Though she appeared quite effortless in this environment (which might suggest she was indeed from here), her clothing suggested she'd come from Northaven; she wore none of the rags that Rory had been. Gliding lower, the hawk circled slowly. He had no golden cuff now with which to identify himself. For all intents and purposes to an onlooker he was nothing more than an avian flying strangely low. Something about being able to watch but not being truly seen had always made Remi feel a bit uncomfortable. So despite the fact that he wanted to keep searching for his friend, the bird did swoop low for a landing. Human feet touched the group first as the rest of his body quickly expanded and reconfigured itself. Running a hand through his curls as if to dust away the last remnants of feathers, the alchemist looked towards the apple-picker with a warm smile. "Northaven?" He asked with a tentative laugh.