hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Soaring, experience and strength winning out over adrenaline and fresh need, Remi glances at Ronin over his shoulder as his wings continue in an easy rhythm. "Well I suppose this answers that age-old question..." He calls down with a crooked smile. "Feathers, or leather?" There's a hum of laughter that pulses through their bond as the alchemist chuckles to himself, a sound utterly lost to the wind.
Stretching out his fingers to feel the brisk chill of the higher air, Remi slows his relentless climb and begins to simply glide. Below the Greatwood looks nothing more than a blur of green with a few indistinct smears of colour. "If we fly high enough, we might find Vi." He calls out conversationally, not that any part of him wants to see the god of life again.
How do you feel? This is thought rather than said as if the words were too important to be shouted across the airy distance between them. With the span of their combined wings and the arcs of their movements, the two men might as well have been encased in giant balls that kept them apart lest they collide and hurl each other down from the sky.
Stretching out his fingers to feel the brisk chill of the higher air, Remi slows his relentless climb and begins to simply glide. Below the Greatwood looks nothing more than a blur of green with a few indistinct smears of colour. "If we fly high enough, we might find Vi." He calls out conversationally, not that any part of him wants to see the god of life again.
How do you feel? This is thought rather than said as if the words were too important to be shouted across the airy distance between them. With the span of their combined wings and the arcs of their movements, the two men might as well have been encased in giant balls that kept them apart lest they collide and hurl each other down from the sky.
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.
