hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
In time perhaps the alchemist would find a rhythm in Loren's ever-churning mind, but as it was, this entire stroll had felt entirely disconnected to him. We have to go Remi, I am cold, and then No stop and talk to me. Back and forth it went and just when the alchemist felt as though his soul might settle and relax, the tides of the Launceleyn changed again leaving Remi treading water with decreasing energy.
Staring down into the veritable Eden he'd created around them, the alchemist sighed softly as he stood. The flowers around Loren and Astra faded back into humble earthen blossoms and though the remaining plants were still rooted in place, already they seemed to chill and receded beneath the bitter Deepfrost air. They were not meant to endure this lifestyle after all.
"Aoife thinks that they come alive to play with her." Remi said softly. "She likes it best when the trees follow her around the garden."
Staring down into the veritable Eden he'd created around them, the alchemist sighed softly as he stood. The flowers around Loren and Astra faded back into humble earthen blossoms and though the remaining plants were still rooted in place, already they seemed to chill and receded beneath the bitter Deepfrost air. They were not meant to endure this lifestyle after all.
"Aoife thinks that they come alive to play with her." Remi said softly. "She likes it best when the trees follow her around the garden."
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.
