and my heart ran away with me
Behind the glow of the lighter, far larger than the flame, Remi emerged slowly. Seeing the boy was alone, the manticore paused, pushing back the foliage with his wings just enough that he could shift back down into a much less terrifying figure. (Or not, depending on who you asked). Holding up his hands in a placating gesture, the alchemist flashes the boy a warm smile. "I remember when my son was your age. He liked to explore too." He still liked to explore as it turned out, only it usually involved much more madness and chaos than Edmund likely needed to hear about.
"My name is Remi." Kneeling and dusting off his hands, Remi glances around, but couldn't see nor hear anyone else. "Is this... a solo expedition?"? He askes with a grin, his head tilting mischievously to the side.
"My name is Remi." Kneeling and dusting off his hands, Remi glances around, but couldn't see nor hear anyone else. "Is this... a solo expedition?"? He askes with a grin, his head tilting mischievously to the side.
remi
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.
