we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
The god that had a bit of the blight in him? The one near an angry leviathan? Remi wonders conversationally as if they're discussing soup options instead of ways in which this little trip with Seren might go terribly, terribly wrong.
And now we both have talons with which to do it. Clicking his beak again, the alchemist sends a pulse of amusement and cheer through the bond. It might be a bit early to joke about Ronin's dragon shift, but at some point they had to pull the bandaid off.
Having nothing to say about what Aurelia's usual self might be or how it differed from the woman he'd met, Remi flutters across the room to perch on top of one of the counters that seemed to grow right out of the ceiling. Well, if you need an alternate, I am happy to come along. If for no other reason than I can breathe underwater and withstand the cold better than you can.
Fluttering away some wood-dust from Ronin's installation with his wings, Remi spies a small mouse that has stealthed its way on board somehow. Without a thought in his mind, he bolts across what now looks very much like a kitchen, to clutch the mouse in his talons. Breaking its neck in a swift movement and then gulping it down easily, Remi glances up toward Ronin. What is supposed to be beneath the water? He asks, as the last wriggle of the mouse's tail disappears down his throat.
And now we both have talons with which to do it. Clicking his beak again, the alchemist sends a pulse of amusement and cheer through the bond. It might be a bit early to joke about Ronin's dragon shift, but at some point they had to pull the bandaid off.
Having nothing to say about what Aurelia's usual self might be or how it differed from the woman he'd met, Remi flutters across the room to perch on top of one of the counters that seemed to grow right out of the ceiling. Well, if you need an alternate, I am happy to come along. If for no other reason than I can breathe underwater and withstand the cold better than you can.
Fluttering away some wood-dust from Ronin's installation with his wings, Remi spies a small mouse that has stealthed its way on board somehow. Without a thought in his mind, he bolts across what now looks very much like a kitchen, to clutch the mouse in his talons. Breaking its neck in a swift movement and then gulping it down easily, Remi glances up toward Ronin. What is supposed to be beneath the water? He asks, as the last wriggle of the mouse's tail disappears down his throat.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
