our hands they seek the end of afternoons
Remi grinned cheerfully. "Personally I had been hoping for the ocean. For sand and waves...but I would take mountains too, cold as they might be." Originally the alchemist had pictured mountains as simply being rock, until Deimos had filled in some of the details. But it was Kiada who'd impressed upon his mind just how freezing they could be. Still, anywhere was better than here.
"Without the guild I suppose I do not feel so bad about just leaving. As for the artisans guild, if you leave as well, perhaps someone else can inherit it. Or...perhaps it will catch fire as well." Cringing slightly at the ill-timed humour of this, Remi shook his head with a bashful and apologetic smile.
"You will leave then as well? When you can?"
"Without the guild I suppose I do not feel so bad about just leaving. As for the artisans guild, if you leave as well, perhaps someone else can inherit it. Or...perhaps it will catch fire as well." Cringing slightly at the ill-timed humour of this, Remi shook his head with a bashful and apologetic smile.
"You will leave then as well? When you can?"
my hands believe and move over you
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.
