all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
The slump of Ronin's shoulders only made Remi feel all the more useless. All the more of an incredibly stupid, far-too powerful, push over.
What Ronin suggested next though drew Remi's stare upwards, lashes fluttering with uncertain surprise. "That sounds..." Biting the inside of his lip, Remi's pale eyes flashed back and forth as the consequences of Ronin's request were played with in his mind. It made him think of a time in Northaven, signs that indicated Shapechangers weren't allowed...places where only bluebloods could go.
Was this the same?
"I don't..." He shook his head. "It would be difficult." He concluded, almost distantly. For some reason, some part of him recoiled at the idea, even if it was for his own safety. "I had thought...I made Amalia a staff that could heal. I thought I might make it stronger for her. Perhaps I can just...if I make one other thing.."
What Ronin suggested next though drew Remi's stare upwards, lashes fluttering with uncertain surprise. "That sounds..." Biting the inside of his lip, Remi's pale eyes flashed back and forth as the consequences of Ronin's request were played with in his mind. It made him think of a time in Northaven, signs that indicated Shapechangers weren't allowed...places where only bluebloods could go.
Was this the same?
"I don't..." He shook his head. "It would be difficult." He concluded, almost distantly. For some reason, some part of him recoiled at the idea, even if it was for his own safety. "I had thought...I made Amalia a staff that could heal. I thought I might make it stronger for her. Perhaps I can just...if I make one other thing.."
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.
