REMI
Smiling warmly at Wessex, the alchemist nodded appreciatively. "Thank you." He said with a boyish grin. The sight of Amalia made Remi's heart pulse and forced his gaze away from the ascended. It wasn't just seeing his friend here that made him suddenly shiver with anticipation, but it was what she represented. She was leading this, after all.
"Ahh, yes." Remi said, flashing a wry stare in Ronin's direction as if to say see? another thing I took care of, before pulling two ornate boxes from his pocket. Both had similar design, with a darker landscape of shadows and rising twilight, ignited, glowing stars scattered in between – with the northern lights like brushstrokes across the brim. Ronin’s had streaks of blue, some like the ocean, some like speckles of rain. Remi’s had more garbs of gold and green, curls and coils like lion’s mane. Down the sides were the hallowed valleys of the horizon, with more and more fronds and plumes of the lights feathering their way along the threshold. Deimos had indeed done a remarkable job with them; the containers nearly as precious as what they held inside.
"Ahh, yes." Remi said, flashing a wry stare in Ronin's direction as if to say see? another thing I took care of, before pulling two ornate boxes from his pocket. Both had similar design, with a darker landscape of shadows and rising twilight, ignited, glowing stars scattered in between – with the northern lights like brushstrokes across the brim. Ronin’s had streaks of blue, some like the ocean, some like speckles of rain. Remi’s had more garbs of gold and green, curls and coils like lion’s mane. Down the sides were the hallowed valleys of the horizon, with more and more fronds and plumes of the lights feathering their way along the threshold. Deimos had indeed done a remarkable job with them; the containers nearly as precious as what they held inside.
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.
