hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Well, we can't be right all the time. Or even most of the time, in Remi's case.
The alchemist stiffens instinctively and were it not for a familiar voice that reaches him just before the small body does, Remi might have reacted more with just a well-meaning grunt and a few feathers in his hair.
There is laughter and a child-like weight on his back, and as Remi turns to look over his shoulder, he can see only a coppery-blur of freckles. "What am I not eating?" The alchemist wonders, a brow raised in the fox's direction. It certainly feels like a child, but unless the fox has picked up additional babysitting duties from the fae, it's likely some strange new companion that the merchant has acquired.
The alchemist stiffens instinctively and were it not for a familiar voice that reaches him just before the small body does, Remi might have reacted more with just a well-meaning grunt and a few feathers in his hair.
There is laughter and a child-like weight on his back, and as Remi turns to look over his shoulder, he can see only a coppery-blur of freckles. "What am I not eating?" The alchemist wonders, a brow raised in the fox's direction. It certainly feels like a child, but unless the fox has picked up additional babysitting duties from the fae, it's likely some strange new companion that the merchant has acquired.
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.
