the same old pain

only one only one.

Ronin might not have known the difference, but Remi did. Remi who had a lifetime of experience feeling the attuned-bond was immediately on his feet, feathers and fur trickling from his curls down the base of his spine. It was a weird world the pair lived in and though it wasn't out of the question for someone else to have made Ronin a magical item that one-upped the ring on the hunter's finger, or for Ronin to somehow be an attuned now, it was far more likely that this was something...bad, in some way, shape, or form.

Slamming open the door of the wagon, a snarl on his lips and hostility bright in his green stare, the alchemist locked eyes with the moonlit, softly glowing stag. Running his tongue over his teeth in silent consideration of the scene before him, Remi narrowed his eyes further as he stepped out, careful to keep his eyes keenly focused on the luxere. You're right. I don't He thought back, fully aware of just how tangible and Ronin the tether between them suddenly felt.

And then he remembered how good luxere tasted.

"Would you kindly stop prancing." Remi said, jumping off of the back of the wagon and approaching with a caution that was more for Ronin's benefit than his own.

the alchemist