baby, it's cold outside

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

"Pretending to work, is my guess." Comes a musically accented voice from somewhere vaguely behind the young woman. That there wasn't the sound of crunching snow to herald Remi's arrival suggested he'd been shifted until recently, which indeed was the case. This wasn't an attempt to be sneaky though—if anything Remi tended to announce his presence quite clearly in most situations—but merely because flying was his most efficient mode of transportation.

Ruffling a bit of snow out of his curls with one hand, the Lullaby steps out onto the path, using said hand to offer Andromeda a small wave before tucking it back into the pockets of his jacket. Inclining his head to the side in a gesture that was vaguely avian, Remi narrows his sea-glass eyes as he takes in the bark-eyed woman before him, trying to place her name. Though he did his best to know those who lived within the Greatwood, with the coming war, Ludo's requests of him, and having Nephele step down from her position as co-guardian, to say that he'd been busy would be an understatement.

Smiling with a boyish sort of bafflement at being unable to tease a name from his memory, he opted for the straightforward approach. "Have we met..?"

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!