I will refrain & be the song [SEASONAL EVENT]

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Remi chuckled and nodded. "I do as well. But as a boy it was simply a means of providing food for myself. There were many nights that I ate rats—" Pausing, his phrasing intentional, Remi clarified: "—as a hawk, and even more that I slept under our wagon without a blanket or any means of keeping warm. I am not sure where I would be if it turned out I was not good with my hands." The alchemist had no idea what it was like to be compared to a sibling for he had none (well, that he knew of. Given his father's philandering there were bound to be half-siblings out in the world he was ignorant of), but his smile was sympathetic nonetheless. "I was not allowed books when I was younger. Nor really when I was older, either." The alchemist said with a bit of a mischievous smile. "Northaven was...a strange place." "I am sorry to hear that." Remi said gently, but not overly consolingly. He did not want their budding friendship to be drudged down by memories of the lost. He was sure the pair of them could drown in their sorrows if they did. "Ah, my crucial flaw." Remi said, leaning back and placing a hand over his heart as if wounded. Indeed he theatrically scrunched his eyes and tilted his head back as if in pain, before leaning forward with a boyish grin."No, sadly I cannot turn things into gold. Or rather, I have never tried. But I can do this—" Raising his hands, he indicated that Sam should cup his beneath. Wiggling his fingers, a few golden coins poured from his hands into Sam's. "But you are right. I suppose I should work on my transmutation if I am to continue calling myself an alchemist." He quipped cheekily, flashing his friend a wink.