and on to the glory at my right hand
"Okay, well. Please don't do any of those things," Ronin says with another grin that Remi won't see. He stands his husband against the shore where he's stopped, before backing away from him and waving his hand before his face as if to check that he really can't peek. "Well I suppose that's fair. Alright..." Squeezing the Lullaby's fingers back, Ronin finally lets him go and rustles about nearby.
Remi will see the world start to vaguely shine behind his blindfold, and then he'll hear Ronin say, "Go ahead."
And should the alchemist pull off the cover from his eyes, he'll see the Huntsman standing nearby, softly aglow with his dazzle, but he's nothing compared to the ice sculpture he's just touched. Carved roughly (as if with claws, because they are), the icy luxere with a hawk perched in its antlers cast prisms of white and gold. They catch here and there on precious gems which have been melted into the ice, scavenged from the Whispershore to create the spectacle.
Remi will see the world start to vaguely shine behind his blindfold, and then he'll hear Ronin say, "Go ahead."
And should the alchemist pull off the cover from his eyes, he'll see the Huntsman standing nearby, softly aglow with his dazzle, but he's nothing compared to the ice sculpture he's just touched. Carved roughly (as if with claws, because they are), the icy luxere with a hawk perched in its antlers cast prisms of white and gold. They catch here and there on precious gems which have been melted into the ice, scavenged from the Whispershore to create the spectacle.
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