maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Alright, well...I'm all out of metaphors, then" Remi replies with a laugh and a boyish shrug. Perhaps he should have known better, what with Amalia's recent near-drowning and the lack of water in the Grounds, but it seemed a natural enough comparison.
As Amalia makes her way through the air toward him, the smile on the alchemist's face is one of genuine pride and delight in the Shield's accomplishment. She is a long way from graceful flight, but the baker seems to be nothing if not a quick and attentive learner.
Though most birds are not able to fly backward, Remi is not most birds. Letting his fingertips brush against Amalia's, his golden wings arc as they beat, dragging him slowly away from her and upward slightly so that she has to try and turn as well as rise into the air after him. "This will be good for you, I think." He says through his smile. "A lesson in not overthinking things, as much as it is in flying."
As Amalia makes her way through the air toward him, the smile on the alchemist's face is one of genuine pride and delight in the Shield's accomplishment. She is a long way from graceful flight, but the baker seems to be nothing if not a quick and attentive learner.
Though most birds are not able to fly backward, Remi is not most birds. Letting his fingertips brush against Amalia's, his golden wings arc as they beat, dragging him slowly away from her and upward slightly so that she has to try and turn as well as rise into the air after him. "This will be good for you, I think." He says through his smile. "A lesson in not overthinking things, as much as it is in flying."
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.
