maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Ferruginous hawk." The Alchemist answers immediately, before realizing that there were feathers protruding through his curls. Reaching up to smooth away the feathers, Remi falls silent wondering if he ought to elaborate. All descriptions of his shift sound...strangely suggestive. Largest of the hawks, but not actually very large. Not the usual sleek brown hawks normally are, but pale. One of the only species built to glide like eagles do and often mistaken for one, from far away. Predatory. Finding suddenly how much he hates that he's overthinking this on Finn's behalf, he just shakes his head. "Where I come from we don't choose what we become. You make the choice at 16 and the shift just is what it is.
Whether there's any satisfaction in Remi's gaze at watching Finn's umbrella—and the kindness and closeness it has come to represent for the Alchemist—fly away, is obscured by his nod. Dressed more closely to the way Remi is, though the Alchemist doubts if the Spyglass's shirt is similarly magical, he watches Finn out of the corner of his eye as he gets to work. For some reason just outright asking the man the questions Remi wants the answers to seems off-limits, and so instead he trains his attention to whether or not it appears Finn has callouses on his hands, whether he handles the ropes as if he's done this sort of thing before (or any type of physical labour). How he handles the water in his eyes, the sweat forming below his collar, how bothered he is by the rain and the sand.
All while trying to seem as though he's fixated on moving the earth to help Finn accomplish his half of the task, of course.
Whether there's any satisfaction in Remi's gaze at watching Finn's umbrella—and the kindness and closeness it has come to represent for the Alchemist—fly away, is obscured by his nod. Dressed more closely to the way Remi is, though the Alchemist doubts if the Spyglass's shirt is similarly magical, he watches Finn out of the corner of his eye as he gets to work. For some reason just outright asking the man the questions Remi wants the answers to seems off-limits, and so instead he trains his attention to whether or not it appears Finn has callouses on his hands, whether he handles the ropes as if he's done this sort of thing before (or any type of physical labour). How he handles the water in his eyes, the sweat forming below his collar, how bothered he is by the rain and the sand.
All while trying to seem as though he's fixated on moving the earth to help Finn accomplish his half of the task, of course.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
