maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Well think of everything that you have been doing...and then do the opposite." The alchemist chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his pale sea-stare. Like Amalia, Remi wears very little given how hot the days have become. He stands in just shorts, having not even bothered with shoes. With his own wings outspread, he seems much more at ease with the winds buffeting against his feathers than Amalia does. Then again he's had time to build up the necessary muscles to make this partial-shift seem elegant instead of unwieldy.
"It's probably harder to do since you're more you now, than you are as an owl, but stop thinking of your wings as appendages. You don't think of your legs as two separate things when you walk. You just...walk. It's one action, not all the micro-movements that make it happen." The alchemist explains patiently. In truth, he's quite happy about this lesson. He's taught others to fly in their shifts, but this is a new experience for him.
"It's probably harder to do since you're more you now, than you are as an owl, but stop thinking of your wings as appendages. You don't think of your legs as two separate things when you walk. You just...walk. It's one action, not all the micro-movements that make it happen." The alchemist explains patiently. In truth, he's quite happy about this lesson. He's taught others to fly in their shifts, but this is a new experience for him.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
