[se] wild in the silence

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

"Or random chance." Remi counters with a shrug. 'Both of my parents had bird-shifts." Which was a strike against the random-chance theory, but also the inner-nature theory as well. "Besides, my inner nature when I was 16 is quite different from what it is now." He added, as if to cut off Finn from further extrapolating information about him, based on his shift.

There are the things Remi notices, the things he doesn't, and the things he notices that he pretends he hasn't.

For a moment as Finn asks, the Alchemist momentarily wonders if he means got another shift. For some reason, he doesn't want to tell the other man about his manticore-shift, and so he's relieved when his mind unsubtly suggests he's talking about netting. "Mmhm." He grunts, creating the netting before throwing it towards Finn this time.

"Will you be spending monsoon season here in Torchline?" Remi asks as they work, aiming for casual conversation. The real question was instead something like, how much longer will you be here, following me? or, how long do I have to figure you out?

THE ALCHEMIST

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing