REMI
The press of Mateo against his side makes Remi's heart flutter, a sensation that the budding botanist will no doubt feel as a prismatic swirl of emotion. Squeezing his fingers gently against his son's shoulder, the alchemist narrows his eyes thoughtfully as he frowns. "Well, if they do, we shall have to convince them to help us dig, mmm?" He replies, making no mention of the house as the lightness in his stomach quickly cools to something worrisome.
"Oh, you will know." Remi replies with a grin. Letting the bag slump from his shoulder into the crook of his arm that he might gently set it down, the alchemist picks up one of the axes but leaves the other. "How about I be the muscle, and you can tell me where to hit?" He suggests.
"Look for places surrounded by molten stone. Silver ore forms in areas of extremely high heat." Hence the reason they were at the Climb in the first place.
"Oh, you will know." Remi replies with a grin. Letting the bag slump from his shoulder into the crook of his arm that he might gently set it down, the alchemist picks up one of the axes but leaves the other. "How about I be the muscle, and you can tell me where to hit?" He suggests.
"Look for places surrounded by molten stone. Silver ore forms in areas of extremely high heat." Hence the reason they were at the Climb in the first place.
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.
