Remi the Alchemist
This is my way back home
This is the narrow door you know that I will walk through"
The brightness in her voice made his chest ache, and though he tried to muffle it, she could likely hear the strained inhale of breath on his end. "Phoebe, something has happened." He managed after a moment, deciding there was no easy way into this conversation.
In his mindseye he heard the frantic knocks of those tiny fists, of Roana a mere shape in the night until she staggered his way. How everything had happened so fast and then suddenly slowed down to nothing beneath the confines of his wings. An ax raised. Two pairs of blue eyes, and then only one.
"Roana .... she is dead."
In his mindseye he heard the frantic knocks of those tiny fists, of Roana a mere shape in the night until she staggered his way. How everything had happened so fast and then suddenly slowed down to nothing beneath the confines of his wings. An ax raised. Two pairs of blue eyes, and then only one.
"Roana .... she is dead."
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.
