Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

Remi tugged in a breath, closing his eyes at the memory of the water. Of flying over it, the salty spray and bouyant sea breezes that he could glide on for miles...and of course the image of Ronin appearing naked from the spray was always a nice addition. "It really is lovely. So large that it is almost unimaginable...I wonder..if the fae would let me fly over their woods to find it. Or if that breaks their rules as well."

Letting his head loll towards Sam entirely now, Remi regarded his friend in silence for a moment. The alchemist had never felt the sort of fear of missing out that Sam was describing; the world had always been barred from Remi, always out of reach. He'd always more or less accepted that, and in the moment, he found that he was rather proud of Sam for not being the same.

"That sounds very noble and ambitious of you, Sam." Remi said with an affectionate chuckle. "I think even if you do not see everything that there is, your life will be plenty exciting. As for the Hollowed Grounds..." Shaking his head, Remi exhaled a stream of air that caused a curl on his forehead to bounce upwards. "With someone like Zariah in charge, I am not sure that will ever happen."