for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
The Siren's Call was not there; Remi hadn't the emotional attachment to it that Ronin had of course. The illusion was only as detailed as the alchemist's mind made it, leaving the lapping of the waves and the texture of the beach rendered in striking detail, while the hazy ocean and horizon line were imperfect representations of the real thing. An imposed reality though it might be, the alchemist was suddenly very inclined to lock the door and spend the rest of the evening locked away in their tiny slice of their home-that-was-not.
Assuming Brahm was Roana's husband—she'd spoken about him once Remi thought, but the details had been lost in the haze that were the weeks after Ronin had died—he nodded. "I...had thought Roana was locked up in the Temple." There weren't many secrets between he and Ronin, none that he knew of in fact, so there was no distrust in Remi's confounded frown. "..how is it she was here?"
Assuming Brahm was Roana's husband—she'd spoken about him once Remi thought, but the details had been lost in the haze that were the weeks after Ronin had died—he nodded. "I...had thought Roana was locked up in the Temple." There weren't many secrets between he and Ronin, none that he knew of in fact, so there was no distrust in Remi's confounded frown. "..how is it she was here?"
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.
