REMI
The alchemist hardly glanced up. He didn't need to; he knew Phoebe's presence instinctively at this point. He just didn't care about it anymore. "Are you going to be obnoxiously shrill again?" Remi countered, shooting the midwife a pointed look before returning to the pool.
Rocks of every colour and size rose like reverse-raindrops and those which looked to be the best were deposited at Remi's side. Those that weren't were carelessly thrown back. And if Phoebe were to be splashed, what of it?
She wasn't made of sugar.
Rocks of every colour and size rose like reverse-raindrops and those which looked to be the best were deposited at Remi's side. Those that weren't were carelessly thrown back. And if Phoebe were to be splashed, what of it?
She wasn't made of sugar.
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.