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There was a palpable pregnant pause. Not because the alchemist was considering mincing words, but because the levity and emotional weight attached to what he was about to say felt heavy enough that his wings unconsciously beat harder to keep him aloft. The ascended, originally. Sam...told me as much. He did not know of course— For all the disagreements and head-butting between the alchemist and the Sage, on the subject of Sam's integrity there seemed to never be any variation. —but that is how it spread here. For the longest time I thought there was some barrier between plants and animals and us, insofar as the blight was concerned. That the Voice would not dirty her supply, perhaps. Ronin was an exception, as he contracted it through Safrin. Now that others are sick though... Well. Another dead end. I do not have it and have been around it as much as someone like Phoebe has, who has contracted it. I live with Ronin and all that entails as well.. Jigano could well fill in those details.
Worry flickered through the bond at the mention of Melita, the manticore growling low in his throat. How bad is it? He asked in a soft voice, both wanting and not to hear the answer.
Not to me. Remi chuckled wryly. Until I am familiar with a place it is like there is no light at all. Everything is flat. That has its advantages at times, but not now. If he could project what he was seeing to the bard, it would look like an unimpressive monochromatic colour study, painted with little attention to detail.
With a surprising snort of amusement, the alchemist sent a flicker of skepticism. And here I thought you a proud raven. My mistake. He countered wryly.
Worry flickered through the bond at the mention of Melita, the manticore growling low in his throat. How bad is it? He asked in a soft voice, both wanting and not to hear the answer.
Not to me. Remi chuckled wryly. Until I am familiar with a place it is like there is no light at all. Everything is flat. That has its advantages at times, but not now. If he could project what he was seeing to the bard, it would look like an unimpressive monochromatic colour study, painted with little attention to detail.
With a surprising snort of amusement, the alchemist sent a flicker of skepticism. And here I thought you a proud raven. My mistake. He countered wryly.
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.
