maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"That is one way of doing it." Remi comments from upstream. Prowling through the Greatwood was something the alchemist did quite frequently now that it was his to rule and watch over. It annoyed him how often people seemed to come and go, as if the Woods were some tourist attraction for which they could visit whenever they liked. Though Ronin had reminded him that unless he chose to close the borders, visitors were simply something he was going to have to get used to.
That didn't mean he liked it, though.
Chuckling slightly, the Lullaby raises his hand in greeting to his divine counterpart. "Hallo Delphia. It has been a while." This is said without judgement. Just because Remi hadn't seen Delphia didn't mean she hadn't been around. Though he could leave his body for short intervals, the alchemist was fairly certain that Mort's daughter could do so almost indefinitely if and when she chose.
That didn't mean he liked it, though.
Chuckling slightly, the Lullaby raises his hand in greeting to his divine counterpart. "Hallo Delphia. It has been a while." This is said without judgement. Just because Remi hadn't seen Delphia didn't mean she hadn't been around. Though he could leave his body for short intervals, the alchemist was fairly certain that Mort's daughter could do so almost indefinitely if and when she chose.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
