all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
Remi only grinned darkly in response, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "He does not sleep anymore anyhow, so it hardly matters." He said with a slight shake of his head, as if to erase the subject from their conversational chalkboard.
Conjuring (or plucking, it was always hard to know), a feather, Remi twirled it back and forth in his fingers to keep his hands occupied. "Well, there is the tea for one." He said with a sly smile, the scent of the steeping leaves having filled the room now. "There is remembering that this is not Northaven. No one thinks of the Launceleyns as they were. No one knows, really. That Zariah did what she did was one thing, but no one here thinks that because you are family, you are all cut from the same cloth. And three..." The alchemist paused, fixing Loren with a stare. His eyes roamed over the summoner's shiny cheeks, the too-thin face, the tousled hair as he considered. "..you might work on being more honest."
Conjuring (or plucking, it was always hard to know), a feather, Remi twirled it back and forth in his fingers to keep his hands occupied. "Well, there is the tea for one." He said with a sly smile, the scent of the steeping leaves having filled the room now. "There is remembering that this is not Northaven. No one thinks of the Launceleyns as they were. No one knows, really. That Zariah did what she did was one thing, but no one here thinks that because you are family, you are all cut from the same cloth. And three..." The alchemist paused, fixing Loren with a stare. His eyes roamed over the summoner's shiny cheeks, the too-thin face, the tousled hair as he considered. "..you might work on being more honest."
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.
