are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Grumbling a touch at that—the having to be okay with it part—Remi just presses his teeth together and exhales. It wasn't for him to decide how Maeve handled it, nor for him to intervene unless called upon. That Remi would make different choices were he in her shoes was precisely the lingering issue that he and Ronin were still dealing with.
"Okay." He murmurs, returning the squeeze. Unfurling his wings slightly now that Maeve's tears have dried, Remi reaches for the bow and quiver he'd placed against the bench. "As promised." With a small and almost nervous smile, the alchemist hands over the bow first for Maeve to inspect. It's precisely as she'd quite literally dreamt up. The arrows though, were made from the flexible but strong wood from a Wicker Woman, with fletching made of raven feathers, as well as some of his own made black with ash and soot.
"Okay." He murmurs, returning the squeeze. Unfurling his wings slightly now that Maeve's tears have dried, Remi reaches for the bow and quiver he'd placed against the bench. "As promised." With a small and almost nervous smile, the alchemist hands over the bow first for Maeve to inspect. It's precisely as she'd quite literally dreamt up. The arrows though, were made from the flexible but strong wood from a Wicker Woman, with fletching made of raven feathers, as well as some of his own made black with ash and soot.
remi
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.
