He did, indeed, remember the story of the lobster named Echo, and tilted his head in wry amusement. It was strange to think of the history they had sometimes, but at least they were both still around to reminisce.
Not all of their friends or family had been so lucky.
"Well, at least you'll have fewer people seeking you out for magic-item-themed favors?" he suggested, trying to find the silver lining in the pang of loss. He remembered their conversation on a distant hill in the Fields, about power and the assumptions it brought from others. "Last season I gave an open lesson in the Atheneum on the flora and fauna of the Hollowed Grounds... perhaps for Leafchange I'll hold one on magic," he mused, reaching for his own wine glass and swirling it to admire the play of the light through the liquid. "Make a point of bringing up how it's changing, too, and that creation magic no longer does what it used to do. Hopefully that will cut down on those hoping to bother you for some glowing trinket?"
Or maybe that was too subtle. Though this new and harder Remi seemed perfectly capable of chasing off anyone who came wheedling for favors, trying to trade on old friendships. "Thanks," he murmured, taking a drink and pondering the other man's information. "Hmm. Good point. And good wine. With the farm I've become more used to making fruits and vegetables to round out what we're growing in the garden and fields," he admitted, though there was a sense of pleasure to his words, pride at being able to help his mate around the homestead. "How is Ronin doing?" he asked more carefully, watching Remi to see if he was striking a nerve by checking in on the demigod he had last seen destroying the Temple.
Not all of their friends or family had been so lucky.
"Well, at least you'll have fewer people seeking you out for magic-item-themed favors?" he suggested, trying to find the silver lining in the pang of loss. He remembered their conversation on a distant hill in the Fields, about power and the assumptions it brought from others. "Last season I gave an open lesson in the Atheneum on the flora and fauna of the Hollowed Grounds... perhaps for Leafchange I'll hold one on magic," he mused, reaching for his own wine glass and swirling it to admire the play of the light through the liquid. "Make a point of bringing up how it's changing, too, and that creation magic no longer does what it used to do. Hopefully that will cut down on those hoping to bother you for some glowing trinket?"
Or maybe that was too subtle. Though this new and harder Remi seemed perfectly capable of chasing off anyone who came wheedling for favors, trying to trade on old friendships. "Thanks," he murmured, taking a drink and pondering the other man's information. "Hmm. Good point. And good wine. With the farm I've become more used to making fruits and vegetables to round out what we're growing in the garden and fields," he admitted, though there was a sense of pleasure to his words, pride at being able to help his mate around the homestead. "How is Ronin doing?" he asked more carefully, watching Remi to see if he was striking a nerve by checking in on the demigod he had last seen destroying the Temple.
