Lost in the shuffle [OPEN]

Remi hadn't exactly expected to be followed. Perhaps if he hadn't been so overwhelmed (underwhelmed?) by the barren landscape he might have seen the blur that was Elyna charging after him. The shape changer had only met the guardswoman once, after the Hali's party on the beach. The two of them and the captain and Vanya had all gone to the training grounds for a bit of fun, but other than that one brief experience he really knew very little about her. So when she appeared next to him with a disapproving scowl on her face, the alchemist tilted his head as if surprised, mild concern flushing his boyish features. "I–" He began before her words silenced him. It wasn't as though she didn't have a point, it was simply that Remi had never really been beholden to anyone before. As a commoner he was more or less free to do as he pleased; who would be concerned about the comings and goings of someone like him? "No, you are quite right. I wasn't thinking. This is all so..." Glancing around, Remi could only shrug, before turning his pale gaze back towards the former-blood fiend. With a small smile, Remi again shook his head as if to erase his merger attempts at justification. Elyna was right. He should have told someone. Before he might have verbalized this, the sound of hooves on the hard packed earth–a sound so completely foreign even in this world full of new things–immediately drew his attention. Jaw dropping slightly, for horses were an incredibly rare occurrence in Northaven, much less the sort of thing he expected to see here, Remi was stunned to see the figure of a man approaching. The alchemist wasn't remotely concerned with his masculinity such that he felt compelled to try and defend Elyna (she was likely the stronger and more well suited to combat anyways), instead opting to stare in wide-eyed amazement at Rory's approach. The alchemist hadn't even considered the possibility of others being here, though now that one had appeared it didn't seem terribly unlikely, but even so his mind began to race with the possibilities and implications of this. "Hello–" Remi called, his accented voice melodically hugging the greeting as he raised one of his hands in what was meant to suggest something like peace. "Do you speak.." Trailing off, Remi bit his lip slightly as he fell silently. He had meant to ask whether the man spoke the common tongue, but of course this wasn't Northaven at all. Whatever had been common for them at home likely wasn't here. "Do you understand me?" remi How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?