the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

"Alright." Silently he instructed the raven to find Amalia, if it couldn't find Peter. He trusted the baker to do what was best for the children, regardless of her feelings about their last name and those who bore it before them.

"Mmm." The alchemist agreed with an equally sad smile. "You know, almost every other outlander I have met seems to think Northaven ways were...crazy." Ruffling a hand through his curls and withdrawing his wings, Remi shuffled towards the wall and slumped against it as Loren was. "On the one hand I suppose I agree, now, anyways." The summoner knowing better than most how rigidly the alchemist held to the principles of their strange society. "On the other..." He shrugged helplessly, glancing over his shoulder at Loren. "It was all I knew. I did not think it could be any different."