It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“Well, yeah,” she says, rising and coming to meet the alchemist so they’re not just talking loudly across the sand to each other. “It’s 95% business, but I’m not a total dick. I can come back tomorrow.” It’s the polite thing to offer, even though her non-social call probably won’t take very long. There’s a whole land to explore, and she could probably find something or someone to occupy her time during the night (what do Torchline people’s blood taste like, she wonders - and have they ever seen an Ascended up close and personal?)
And for the record, even when she’d used Remi for his talents, it was few and far between. She’s had… other options for magical aides and a stubborn reliance on herself, for better or worse.
And for the record, even when she’d used Remi for his talents, it was few and far between. She’s had… other options for magical aides and a stubborn reliance on herself, for better or worse.
