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REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun "Or distract it? Er..her?" Remi corrected, feeling more and more as though the tree was a good deal more alive than the rest of the silent boughs were. Glancing towards Ianto, Remi nibbled on the inside of his lip and nodded. It wasn't the first time that the use of his magic made him feel awkward, but revealing two of the most powerful magical abilities he possessed seemed...illbefitting. As if it might make Ianto think less of him for some strange reason, even though the fox had already seen his creation magic at work. Reaching into his pocket, Remi withdrew a knife as if it had always been there. It hadn't of course, but something about this minor deception eased Remi's conscious. "Here goes.." A tangle of vines appeared around one of the other trees, waving at the wicker woman as if trying to get the tree's attention. At the same time Remi let the earthen-fox bound around the base. "And I just...stab it? Or..?" The alchemist asked with a sidelong glance at the fox as he levitated the jar and knife closer to the tree. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you