maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Watching the small ball of light, Remi tilts his head to the side and briefly wonders if everyone can see souls as small whirling points of white, or if it's because he too can venture to the spirit realm, like Delphia. 'Is it?' He asks, not-rhetorically, of it being pleasant. Gods knew these days the very last thing Remi found pleasant was being bothered while he was alone.
"Our new...do you mean me?" More than a touch incredulous, Remi frowns and yet somehow looks amused. Taking a few steps closer and having to navigate the uneven stones, he raises an eyebrow and considers. "Sure. I warn you though, you will not be able to pull my soul out of my body so easily as you did those fish." He offers, both as a warning and a simple statement of fact, though Delphia likely knew it well enough.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted to work on?"
"Our new...do you mean me?" More than a touch incredulous, Remi frowns and yet somehow looks amused. Taking a few steps closer and having to navigate the uneven stones, he raises an eyebrow and considers. "Sure. I warn you though, you will not be able to pull my soul out of my body so easily as you did those fish." He offers, both as a warning and a simple statement of fact, though Delphia likely knew it well enough.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted to work on?"
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.
