oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"Charming as your little room is, I think the fresh air might do me good." Remi replies, feeling better for every step he takes that distances him from the Silk Houses. "Maybe somewhere near the sea? If there's anywhere we can see it from here?" It was down below somewhere, though the alchemist wasn't at all sure if that meant they could see it from the city.
Glancing toward the city-centre where the sapling stretches toward the sky, Remi just nods distractedly. Having come from the Woods where all he's seen are trees, this small but magnificent sapling isn't quite as interesting as the man at his side, or a return to the ocean (even if only visually).
"I suppose the bar was back in the area we just came from?" Because much as Remi might like a drink to wash out the taste of newly-chewed meat from his mouth, he wouldn't for the world venture back toward the Silk Houses. Not just yet, anyhow.
Glancing toward the city-centre where the sapling stretches toward the sky, Remi just nods distractedly. Having come from the Woods where all he's seen are trees, this small but magnificent sapling isn't quite as interesting as the man at his side, or a return to the ocean (even if only visually).
"I suppose the bar was back in the area we just came from?" Because much as Remi might like a drink to wash out the taste of newly-chewed meat from his mouth, he wouldn't for the world venture back toward the Silk Houses. Not just yet, anyhow.
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.
