maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Oh, oh. Look, she's funny in the morning, now." The alchemist quips back in just as dry of a tone, though like Amalia his gaze belies his true feelings about it.
Not expecting to be slapped quite like that, Remi faulters to the side slightly, his own wings rising defensively upward as he shoots the Shield an unimpressed look. "No, not like this." He grumbles, flexing his wings back out that he might shove at Amalia's shoulder with one. "But like this." Rather grandly (and surely not for show), Remi's wings fan outward instead of flexing. The muscles of his shoulders and along his sides also ripple and expand with the motion. It was one movement as he told her, but flight wouldn't come just from her wings.
Not expecting to be slapped quite like that, Remi faulters to the side slightly, his own wings rising defensively upward as he shoots the Shield an unimpressed look. "No, not like this." He grumbles, flexing his wings back out that he might shove at Amalia's shoulder with one. "But like this." Rather grandly (and surely not for show), Remi's wings fan outward instead of flexing. The muscles of his shoulders and along his sides also ripple and expand with the motion. It was one movement as he told her, but flight wouldn't come just from her wings.
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.
