that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
As she waved him over, the Alchemist plodded out of the water and onto the wet sand to travel faster. Nearing, he offered her a smile, finding it surprising that he didn't recognize her. But the ease with which she floated in the water and the colour of her skin suggested that she wasn't a stranger to Torchline, which made it all the more peculiar that her face was such a mystery to him.
"Hallo." He called, stepping into the water again up to his knee and wriggling his toes slightly so that he sank down an inch or so. "I'm Remi." The Alchemist added, with a small smile. "I don't believe we've met."
"Hallo." He called, stepping into the water again up to his knee and wriggling his toes slightly so that he sank down an inch or so. "I'm Remi." The Alchemist added, with a small smile. "I don't believe we've met."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
