[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

Remi would put nothing passed any of the gods at this point, but he said nothing to contradict his friend. Safrin was the god he was least well acquainted with, and Ronin...had a way with people. It didn't surprise the alchemist at all that if the goddess really had given Aoife her favour it was in no small part because of her father. Feeling his heart clench at the thought that Ronin might have regrets, Remi bit down on the inside of his cheek and turned his eyes upwards towards the stars which were slowly emerging. With a little oh of surprise as Ronin suddenly lit their way, Remi nodded. "You heard the man." Remi said softly to Isla, who bobbed her head amicably enough and pulled the cart towards the mound. Halting her, Remi took a breath and gazed up into the darkness. Part of him wanted to scream, to cry, and then to do nothing at all. Instead though, he simply filled his lungs with the sweet evening air and turned back to Ronin. Looking at the ground, Remi reached into it make a flat platform with his earth magic. It would be much easier to create a pyre on such a surface, and having raised it slightly, would be easier to keep the fire under control as well. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me