The pit | I fell in the pit

The mud and the grime hardly mattered, both because they were already covered so brushing against one another didn't really make an additional mess, but also because of whatever strange bond they had. Remi, far too in love with the memory of his mother (and now traumatized by it), hedged slightly from thinking of Vai in those terms, but certainly what he felt for her was remarkably close. Perhaps even more pure and strong given the they'd more or less chosen each other, as mothers and sons usually can not do. With a toothy grin, Remi shrugged and laughed. "It happened after ..." Trailing off, Remi shrugged. Watching her gaze as she looked around and assuming what she was looking for, Remi tapped her on the arm. "There's more." He laughed, narrowing his eyes at two cups on her counter. With incredibly wobbly control, the cups lifted into the air and danced their way towards the pair. The mental fortitude it took to maintain the magic was still relatively new to Remi, and he had to quickly reach out both hands to catch the cups as they fell from the air. "Silver lining I suppose?" He mumbled, not quite sure if he believed it or not. remi roar