hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
There's something strangely relieving about the fact that the merchant hasn't switched teams, though for the life of him Remi wouldn't be able to put words to the reasons why. "I remember hearing about that." The alchemist mumbles. "Did they ever find out what happened to him?" Jame's death was right on the heels of Remi's resignation from Governor, from what he remembered.
Hardly noticing with Fiadh is doing—such is the way of parents—as she speaks and Remi finds himself bound to her wild mop of hair, he smoothly conjures a feather to tuck in her flaming locks. "Well, if I have fire hair then it is only right that you have feather hair as well." Winking in the girl's direction, he adds: "Don't worry. My feathers will not burn." They would, actually, though not from coppery curls.
"I guess the real question is how are you?" Remi asks, directing his pale gaze back toward the fox. "I feel as though I should be offering you babysitting given all the times you have watched Mateo for me."
Hardly noticing with Fiadh is doing—such is the way of parents—as she speaks and Remi finds himself bound to her wild mop of hair, he smoothly conjures a feather to tuck in her flaming locks. "Well, if I have fire hair then it is only right that you have feather hair as well." Winking in the girl's direction, he adds: "Don't worry. My feathers will not burn." They would, actually, though not from coppery curls.
"I guess the real question is how are you?" Remi asks, directing his pale gaze back toward the fox. "I feel as though I should be offering you babysitting given all the times you have watched Mateo for me."
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.
