bring back the water
Running a hand up the unshaven stubble on the side of his face, Remi's lips twitched slightly as he peered into his mind to see if there was any other information he might give. "I...honestly, I do not know. Back at home, the mages trained their magic and grew stronger over time. Here I am not sure it is the same. I have almost no experience, but I am sure my abilities have nothing to do with me." He wasn't sure of that, actually. But his humble nature kept any other thoughts well at bay.
Remi's hands while soft, were well-calloused and sure. His fingers fit neatly against Deimos' and the old familiar pang of impropriety rang brightly in his mind. It was something he'd probably never shake entirely. Having Amalia kiss him on the cheek and enfold herself into his arms? Nary an increase in his pulse. Shaking hands with Deimos? Remi could feel colour distantly heat his cheeks as he politely withdrew his hand. "Then it is done. Welcome to the Artisan's Guild."
Remi's hands while soft, were well-calloused and sure. His fingers fit neatly against Deimos' and the old familiar pang of impropriety rang brightly in his mind. It was something he'd probably never shake entirely. Having Amalia kiss him on the cheek and enfold herself into his arms? Nary an increase in his pulse. Shaking hands with Deimos? Remi could feel colour distantly heat his cheeks as he politely withdrew his hand. "Then it is done. Welcome to the Artisan's Guild."
let the ships roll in
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.
