i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi might have left the Launceleyn to his contemplation were it not for the incredible creature at his side. The fingers clutching the leather strap of his messenger back that crisscrossed against the alchemist's chest curled softly in silent wonder as he drew to a halt, sea-glass green eyes observing the strange scene with earnest fascination.
"Peter?" He called out. Noting the way the man's fingers roamed over the bony creature there was clearly no threat of harm to the mage that Remi could see. Even so the alchemist approached with a healthy amount of respect for the creature's space, while his predatory instincts were on high-alert, both suggesting that he take to the skies and flee as well as attack before the strange creature could.
"Peter?" He called out. Noting the way the man's fingers roamed over the bony creature there was clearly no threat of harm to the mage that Remi could see. Even so the alchemist approached with a healthy amount of respect for the creature's space, while his predatory instincts were on high-alert, both suggesting that he take to the skies and flee as well as attack before the strange creature could.
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.
