we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Gods how Remi loves the ease with which Ronin can make him smile. Even in the darkest times and without fingertips or lips to aid him, the Huntsman always seems to know just what to say. Grinning himself, short-lived as it is, Remi shakes his head. "I will want much more than feathers, and then we will both be in trouble." He says with a lopsided smile.
"Though...speaking of feathers..." Shrinking suddenly, on the sands by Ronin's feat a pale hawk spreads its wings before giving them an aggressive flap. Without bracers or anything on which he can perch Remi will have to be careful, but after a morning of Daddy Kraken Hunting where Ronin escaped unscathed, the alchemist is fairly sure he won't be too troubled by a few accidental scratches.
Walk me down the beach, and then we will go home. He suggests; at least this way they can touch.
"Though...speaking of feathers..." Shrinking suddenly, on the sands by Ronin's feat a pale hawk spreads its wings before giving them an aggressive flap. Without bracers or anything on which he can perch Remi will have to be careful, but after a morning of Daddy Kraken Hunting where Ronin escaped unscathed, the alchemist is fairly sure he won't be too troubled by a few accidental scratches.
Walk me down the beach, and then we will go home. He suggests; at least this way they can touch.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
