wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"That sounds amazing." The Alchemist whispers, his smile boyish and kind as he gazes down at the broken woman before him, his eyes betraying none of what he already knew in virtue of being called here. "And it took you into the jungle?" Better that she keeps talking. Better that she holds onto the last moments of adventure before he took her out of this world.
"Oh. Perhaps a saddle next time. Or stronger inner thighs?" He asks, chuckling. He'd taken enough falls off of Isla when he'd been learning to ride to know that graceful as equine-type creatures were, remaining on them was not as easy as one might think.
"I can, yes. You're very lucky you know. This jungle ... I haven't heard anyone who has made it back. Who should I take you to?" That is, who shall I tell when you've gone?
"Oh. Perhaps a saddle next time. Or stronger inner thighs?" He asks, chuckling. He'd taken enough falls off of Isla when he'd been learning to ride to know that graceful as equine-type creatures were, remaining on them was not as easy as one might think.
"I can, yes. You're very lucky you know. This jungle ... I haven't heard anyone who has made it back. Who should I take you to?" That is, who shall I tell when you've gone?
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
