Mmmmm Remi hummed back, his brows furrowing as he neared. Ruffling a hand through his curls, he let himself gape openly at the massive creature. There wasn't fear now that he knew it was Jigano, but certainly his more primitive and animalistic instincts weren't entirely happy about being so near such a large predator in one of his weakest shifts.
Sitting down in the grass and listening as the Sage explained, the alchemist did little to hide the warbles of emotion that echoed out from him. Shock, dismay, fear, surprise. It was a cocktail that Jigano would likely expect given the story he was recounting: the guardian he'd long sought, an attack from their ascended queen. Loren had said something about that. That..when he came back through the portal, the room was in tatters and the guardian was gone. Obviously he'd not mentioned anything of the Voice. Why was she there at all? He asked of the Voice, assuming Wessex's attack and the deity's presence somehow went hand in hand.
The Sage's final request had Remi mentally gulping, a bashful but crumpled look on his face. Oh, I am not sure I can be of any help with that. For the longest time I could not shift as a lion without thinking of what I did when first in that shift. Everything was tainted. I was tainted. He admitted with a sigh. And even as a manticore? I too am weak in the face of the gods. Even the LongNight monsters tore at me just as easily. He added on, looking sadly down at the ground as his fingers fidgeted with a piece of wheat.
Everyone says how much stronger we are now. For surely Jigano was as staunchly in the same camp as he was, perhaps even more now with the appearance of his magic (not that Remi knew it yet). But I am not sure what good it does.
There were still those lives they couldn't save. Souls they couldn't retrieve. Memories that were lost or broken. Hearts tattered and torn.
Sitting down in the grass and listening as the Sage explained, the alchemist did little to hide the warbles of emotion that echoed out from him. Shock, dismay, fear, surprise. It was a cocktail that Jigano would likely expect given the story he was recounting: the guardian he'd long sought, an attack from their ascended queen. Loren had said something about that. That..when he came back through the portal, the room was in tatters and the guardian was gone. Obviously he'd not mentioned anything of the Voice. Why was she there at all? He asked of the Voice, assuming Wessex's attack and the deity's presence somehow went hand in hand.
The Sage's final request had Remi mentally gulping, a bashful but crumpled look on his face. Oh, I am not sure I can be of any help with that. For the longest time I could not shift as a lion without thinking of what I did when first in that shift. Everything was tainted. I was tainted. He admitted with a sigh. And even as a manticore? I too am weak in the face of the gods. Even the LongNight monsters tore at me just as easily. He added on, looking sadly down at the ground as his fingers fidgeted with a piece of wheat.
Everyone says how much stronger we are now. For surely Jigano was as staunchly in the same camp as he was, perhaps even more now with the appearance of his magic (not that Remi knew it yet). But I am not sure what good it does.
There were still those lives they couldn't save. Souls they couldn't retrieve. Memories that were lost or broken. Hearts tattered and torn.
until the lambs become lions.
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.
