oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"So why don't they, then. The gods have already shown they can pluck anyone they want from whatever they were doing...why not remove the non-ascended from the Grounds and put the barrier back up?" Remi could already think of a few reasons, and the way he grumbled down into his food suggested that his snark was mostly rhetorical at this point.
Glancing up, a roguish smile on his lips, the Lullaby nods. "Yeah, look at Northaven. An entire civilization meant to defend against an enemy that never came." Pushing his fingers against his palm to crack his knuckles, Remi just grumbles again; always reduced to boyish antics in Vai's presence.
"I hear you're on Jata's council, in Torchline." Remi remarks casually, not at all slyly confirming that she wasn't in a position to move back to the Greatwood to help him with this task.
Glancing up, a roguish smile on his lips, the Lullaby nods. "Yeah, look at Northaven. An entire civilization meant to defend against an enemy that never came." Pushing his fingers against his palm to crack his knuckles, Remi just grumbles again; always reduced to boyish antics in Vai's presence.
"I hear you're on Jata's council, in Torchline." Remi remarks casually, not at all slyly confirming that she wasn't in a position to move back to the Greatwood to help him with this task.
The Lullaby
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.
