if everything we've got is slipping away
Flinching as if struck, Remi’s head dropped instantly. Cold regret and apology flooded through him as he pulled in a large breath. “I am sorry, Safrin. I … “ A smile tried to force its way onto his lips, but the weight of his tears held it at bay. But, he what? Was so sad he was losing his temper? His mind? That grief justified his dark thoughts? Only it didn’t, and he knew it. “ I am sorry.” He whispered, tears like morning dew on his lashes.
Mention of the Voice had the alchemist’s head rising. “The...the Voice asked Sam to go into the Greatwood..and...Zariah was just sent away by her. No one knows where she has gone.” Remi’s eyes scanned the goddess, desperate for some sort of sign that any of this was helpful, connected, or worth following up on.
Mention of the Voice had the alchemist’s head rising. “The...the Voice asked Sam to go into the Greatwood..and...Zariah was just sent away by her. No one knows where she has gone.” Remi’s eyes scanned the goddess, desperate for some sort of sign that any of this was helpful, connected, or worth following up on.
i meant what i said when i said until my dying day
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.
