walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
"Not the wagon, not ours." The alchemist agreed with a crooked smile. The mare listened reasonably well given the morning's events of which Remi could only guess at. As the trundled along, the alchemist forcibly banned his thoughts from wandering into places they ought not. Like the beauty of this place, the lives that might have been led here if only they had arrived by wagon and not magical exile.
Coyly the alchemist glanced at the fished before shrugging, a shit-eating grin spreading rapidly across his lips. "You know, if you did care so much about my quiet breakfast, you'd not keep ruining it by talking." Remi pointed out, though he very much liked the idea of being hidden in the trees. "It's probably a good idea. We should take care to hide the wagon as well. Thieves and all that." He added, before pulling in a lungful of warm, salty sea air.
Coyly the alchemist glanced at the fished before shrugging, a shit-eating grin spreading rapidly across his lips. "You know, if you did care so much about my quiet breakfast, you'd not keep ruining it by talking." Remi pointed out, though he very much liked the idea of being hidden in the trees. "It's probably a good idea. We should take care to hide the wagon as well. Thieves and all that." He added, before pulling in a lungful of warm, salty sea air.
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.
