sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Raising a brow, his hesitation and uncertainty temporarily halted by the strange ring of foreboding the Launceleyn's words held. That Loren would be at the Temple wasn't so surprising—Remi hadn't imagined that the summoner would subject himself to the alchemist for a solid week, given how this conversation had started. As for the other professors? To his knowledge that was only Cera and Phoebe (he didn't know about Nate, at this point). "You did already." Remi reminded the summoner gently; two spark birds and one healing spell. "Deimos and I have the unicorns for minor things, as well." He said with a strangled swallow. Scrapes and minor wounds were not what LongNight was known for. Last year it took a miracle to bring Amalia back from the dead. With the healers split away from the guild, should anything happen, they would have no choice by to go to the temple.
The Temple he'd recently helped seal up.
Remi's jaw tensed, squaring off his features as something like genuine rage flared briefly across his boyish expression. Cooling quickly he pulled in a breath, staring into the blindingly white snow to settle his racing heart. "Good." He said of her incarceration. The news about the triplets was just as surprising, however. Looking up—and subsequently blinking away the stars formed before his eyes from looking into the snow—Remi began to shake his head. "The guild...it will not be safe." Too many of them were planning to leave.
Unlike the Temple, their doors would not be sealed.
"I will speak to her." Though whether that meant Phoebe or Wessex was unclear.
The Temple he'd recently helped seal up.
Remi's jaw tensed, squaring off his features as something like genuine rage flared briefly across his boyish expression. Cooling quickly he pulled in a breath, staring into the blindingly white snow to settle his racing heart. "Good." He said of her incarceration. The news about the triplets was just as surprising, however. Looking up—and subsequently blinking away the stars formed before his eyes from looking into the snow—Remi began to shake his head. "The guild...it will not be safe." Too many of them were planning to leave.
Unlike the Temple, their doors would not be sealed.
"I will speak to her." Though whether that meant Phoebe or Wessex was unclear.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
