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REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun "Good luck with that." Remi chuckled a touch breathlessly as the feathers slowly melded back into thick curls. As Ianto extended the stick, Remi's mouth opened into a comical O of surprise. He'd sort of imagined the Wicker Woman being like a venus fly-trap; all but still and then slowly moving in a sort of expected path. This seemed...sentient. Alive in some more broad sense. "What if I touch it with my magic?" Remi asked. To punctuate his point, the alchemist magically reached for the ground, creating a small fox formed solely out of the earth. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you