now there's a space too wide
Remi smiled lightly and nodded, amused that both he and Sam had thought to ask Ronin the same question. "Yes, he says he is. He described his time in the sky as almost several lifetimes...and that Vanya all but kicked him out to come and take care of their daughter." He added with an adoring sort of smile as he thought of Aoife.
"Get a few drinks in him and he will sing them to you himself." Remi said with a genuine sort of laugh, his pale sea-glass gaze for just a moment appearing careful and open just as it once always had.
Glancing up to where Sam's gaze lingered, Remi saw the book still half-lodged in among the others. Swallowing down a strange sort of feeling he couldn't quite describe, Remi tugged gently at the volume with his magic, letting it float softly to the ground where Sam could easily reach it.
Leaning forward and standing with an athletic ease Remi took a step forward, nearly next to where Sam was sitting now. Placing his fingertips against one of the shelves, pieces of wood began to appear before him, followed by bits of metal and dark wheels. Together it amalgamated and assembled into a rolling ladder that could be moved from shelf to shelf. Looking up, the rungs continued until someone of Sam's height would easily be able to reach the top shelf of books.
"There." Remi said softly, almost sadly, as he looked down at Sam with a faint smile. "No more falling." Though he knew what it would do to him, Remi extended his hand downwards to help the bookmaker stand.
"Get a few drinks in him and he will sing them to you himself." Remi said with a genuine sort of laugh, his pale sea-glass gaze for just a moment appearing careful and open just as it once always had.
Glancing up to where Sam's gaze lingered, Remi saw the book still half-lodged in among the others. Swallowing down a strange sort of feeling he couldn't quite describe, Remi tugged gently at the volume with his magic, letting it float softly to the ground where Sam could easily reach it.
Leaning forward and standing with an athletic ease Remi took a step forward, nearly next to where Sam was sitting now. Placing his fingertips against one of the shelves, pieces of wood began to appear before him, followed by bits of metal and dark wheels. Together it amalgamated and assembled into a rolling ladder that could be moved from shelf to shelf. Looking up, the rungs continued until someone of Sam's height would easily be able to reach the top shelf of books.
"There." Remi said softly, almost sadly, as he looked down at Sam with a faint smile. "No more falling." Though he knew what it would do to him, Remi extended his hand downwards to help the bookmaker stand.
that's left us with wondering eyes
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.
