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
Grumbling with feigned surliness at that, Remi tapped the side of the wagon to indicate pride in his paint job. As he did, flecks of said paint peeled off and fluttered in the breeze. Frowning, not having been one for poor workmanship in the past, he merely shrugged. "And have to walk like a pair of commoners?" He scoffed in agreement. The pair of them would never be common again, no matter how low they fell.
Nimbly exiting the wagon with the practiced movements of a man who had grown up in one, Remi turned to the interspersed palm-leaf canopy overhead. With a wave of his hands the fronds knitted themselves together as new greenery cluttered up the path the wagon had made. "You really have an eye for finding secluded hiding places. Surely no thieves will find us here."
Nimbly exiting the wagon with the practiced movements of a man who had grown up in one, Remi turned to the interspersed palm-leaf canopy overhead. With a wave of his hands the fronds knitted themselves together as new greenery cluttered up the path the wagon had made. "You really have an eye for finding secluded hiding places. Surely no thieves will find us here."
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.
