that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
Corvid to corvid, of course Arsen has received Remi's message. And to be quite frank, there's no way the boy is going to deny the request, regardless of how he might feel about it. Hideous dormice clogged with red lichen will do that to a guy, go figure. And so as the alchemist is staring up into the canopy of trees, he'll spot, quite easily, as Arsen lands on one of the larger boughs nearby. Talons bite into the bark to maintain his grip, his winged arms tucked in close; at a glance, it almost looks as though he's draped in a feathery cloak.
"I got your message," he says, obviously. Mainly because he doesn't know what else to open the conversation with. Brazen and confident he might be, Remi has still successfully culled that nature in him for the time being. It's also why he doesn't move to get any closer the other man, just in case something terrible happens again. "What are we doing?"
"I got your message," he says, obviously. Mainly because he doesn't know what else to open the conversation with. Brazen and confident he might be, Remi has still successfully culled that nature in him for the time being. It's also why he doesn't move to get any closer the other man, just in case something terrible happens again. "What are we doing?"
Arsen
