All That Glitters

Remi inhaled sharply as Sam jumped from his arm, the hawk's talons needling against his light shirt. Despite the pain, the first words out of his mouth were still: "Be careful—" He said in a light whisper, still not wanting to alert any of the creatures in this place to their location. As Sam nudged it with his beak, Remi held his breath. Nothing happened. It was perhaps lucky that Sam shifted so quickly, as it meant he lost the mental tether to Remi and as such couldn't feel the cold whirlwind of dread rushing through the alchemist. Though there was heat at the heart of it, but it was hidden behind newly erected walls. The alchemist's lips parted slightly as if he meant to say something more, but the words died on his tongue as Sam gazed at him with a smile. In one of those horrific moments of not-quite premonition, Remi wondered what it would be like to have Sam disappear into the cube, or be exploded, or any number of other things that would render this moment—that small smile—the last memory he'd ever have or make with the bookmaker. But then Sam picked up the cube, and nothing at all happened. Releasing a breath he'd inadvertently been holding, Remi laughed a shaky and relieved sound. "Do you feel anything? Are you alright?" Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better