Over the misty mountains cold [OPEN]

remi The idea that a non-magic user (such as himself for example) might be able to harness it was actually a bit terrifying. Magic had always been the gift of the upper classes, and to think that an ignorant commoner like himself could simply walk into it made him feel as though he was perhaps somewhere he shouldn't be. Watching as the woman stuck her arm out, Remi tilted his head, though couldn't discern anything happening. "Yes...things do appear quite different here." Remi agreed with a nod. Still unsettled by the fact that the air itself might hold magic, Remi rubbed one of his hands over his arms almost nervously. "Well. I think if there is magic here, I shall let it be. It was nice to see you again." With a polite dip of his head, Remi jumped easily from the bone bridge, his body molding into the form of a hawk which spread its wings and pulled him up and out of the misty cloud that hung around them.