ain't no party like a Taliesin party

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

"Everyone is an attuned except for Finn and Mateo..maybe I could just.." Feathers ruffle suggestively through his curls (in which Oria is perched and ready to pull every last hair out of Remi's head to make him behave). Sighing with defeat, Remi kicks Ronin's foot softly. "Whatever happens, I love you more than I can ever say." It's said with all the gravity of a man going off to war or some other uncertain situation where death is very likely.

Holding up a bag containing 4 bottles of wine, Remi nods. "Wine." He confirms having got it wrong in the last thread. Turning toward the door, Remi pulls in a breath and holds it. Maybe he can hold it all night long, or maybe he'll pass out and Ronin will have to take him home. Either would be fine.

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.