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Flying slowly was difficult, especially for a creature as large as the manticore. A certain amount of speed was necessary to keep his body aloft, and though the same could be said for the raven, their relative speeds were vastly different. Feel free to hitch a ride. I have been told I am rather roomy. Remi offered with an awkward and bashful sort of laugh. He couldn't see a world where the bard would want to accept a ride from him, but given the Sage's sickness and the fact that his smaller body was likely working much harder than Remi's, the offer seemed necessary, if not the kind thing to do.
I will not pretend to know anything of Arduinna's mindset. The manticore returned with a dismal sort of inward curling at the unkind memories he had of her.
As indeed they do. Remi agreed. There were many who argued that the barrier shouldn't have come down, Amalia's soft voice perhaps one of them. It went against everything the Old Gods dictated, and yet for all of their warnings, nothing too cataclysmic had happened. Then again, death loomed on the horizon for the populous and the woods, so perhaps that's exactly what they were experiencing. The barrier would have come down eventually. If not us, someone else. Outlanders, naturals...it does not matter now. And, for all their bickering, it really didn't.
Listening with a curious interest as Jigano spoke, finding his metaphors more than apt and indeed causing Remi's soul to suddenly feel appropriately shrunken in this new context. I...think I understand. But it does not help with how I feel. The alchemist returned with a boyish but honest chuckle. Scales, justifications, explanations...the bard was likely quite right, but still the pit of despair persisted in the alchemist's stomach. Busy I can understand...and yet they have found time to remove my feelings, my memories...my eyesight... It wasn't self-pity, just an observation; the gods had time to meddle but were also too busy to aid?
As Ianto has told me many a time, Arduinna is always open to barter... The alchemist said, though with an inherent warning in his tone. I...have not, no. I worry about removing it from Aoife, and studying anything on a toddler is near impossible. I worry too about removing whatever magic it has in the process. To be honest, I understand very little of my creation magic. The alchemist admitted perhaps guiltily, but just as readily. Indeed...and I know Ianto has said as much. That it is out of her power to cure this entirely.
Swallowing down uneasy thoughts of pits, locked doors, and mouths spewing black vomit, the alchemist pulled in a breath sending a wave of gratitude towards the bard as they flew onward. The sickness...does not end in death. Safrin told Ronin as much. The alchemist revealed in a low and trembling voice.
I will not pretend to know anything of Arduinna's mindset. The manticore returned with a dismal sort of inward curling at the unkind memories he had of her.
As indeed they do. Remi agreed. There were many who argued that the barrier shouldn't have come down, Amalia's soft voice perhaps one of them. It went against everything the Old Gods dictated, and yet for all of their warnings, nothing too cataclysmic had happened. Then again, death loomed on the horizon for the populous and the woods, so perhaps that's exactly what they were experiencing. The barrier would have come down eventually. If not us, someone else. Outlanders, naturals...it does not matter now. And, for all their bickering, it really didn't.
Listening with a curious interest as Jigano spoke, finding his metaphors more than apt and indeed causing Remi's soul to suddenly feel appropriately shrunken in this new context. I...think I understand. But it does not help with how I feel. The alchemist returned with a boyish but honest chuckle. Scales, justifications, explanations...the bard was likely quite right, but still the pit of despair persisted in the alchemist's stomach. Busy I can understand...and yet they have found time to remove my feelings, my memories...my eyesight... It wasn't self-pity, just an observation; the gods had time to meddle but were also too busy to aid?
As Ianto has told me many a time, Arduinna is always open to barter... The alchemist said, though with an inherent warning in his tone. I...have not, no. I worry about removing it from Aoife, and studying anything on a toddler is near impossible. I worry too about removing whatever magic it has in the process. To be honest, I understand very little of my creation magic. The alchemist admitted perhaps guiltily, but just as readily. Indeed...and I know Ianto has said as much. That it is out of her power to cure this entirely.
Swallowing down uneasy thoughts of pits, locked doors, and mouths spewing black vomit, the alchemist pulled in a breath sending a wave of gratitude towards the bard as they flew onward. The sickness...does not end in death. Safrin told Ronin as much. The alchemist revealed in a low and trembling voice.
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.
