maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
I know it is, Remi's smile says as he disappears backward, silent except for the hum of the sea as it crashes against the rocks below.
As amused and boyish as the alchemist might appear to be, he is perfectly ready to dart toward this near-sister of his should she show any signs of becoming un-airborn. "Think of it like swimming!" He calls to her, voice carrying easily over the sea as he watches her limbs scramble through the air. 'You wouldn't flounder like that if you were trying to swim, would you?" No. She would have long and easy strokes, which is what she desperately needed if she was going to remain aloft. Of course one's instinct in the air as much as in the water was to simply throw every appendage in every direction with as much energy as one had to offer, but rarely did that ever help.
"Fly to me—" Remi offers, hands outstretched outward the Shield that she might have some goal to fix her mind on.
As amused and boyish as the alchemist might appear to be, he is perfectly ready to dart toward this near-sister of his should she show any signs of becoming un-airborn. "Think of it like swimming!" He calls to her, voice carrying easily over the sea as he watches her limbs scramble through the air. 'You wouldn't flounder like that if you were trying to swim, would you?" No. She would have long and easy strokes, which is what she desperately needed if she was going to remain aloft. Of course one's instinct in the air as much as in the water was to simply throw every appendage in every direction with as much energy as one had to offer, but rarely did that ever help.
"Fly to me—" Remi offers, hands outstretched outward the Shield that she might have some goal to fix her mind on.
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.
