wild in the silence; no way to make it right
A percussive sort of sound rings out through the grasses, making the alchemist's heart sink. It isn't the thought of taking a life that causes his stomach to swirl and tangle in tight knots, it's that he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's a child's life that he's here for. And with Mateo no longer just a dream, it's all the more difficult for the alchemist to abide this sort of work; not that there's an alternative.
"Hello?" Remi calls out in a sweet voice, the sort he might use on a wailing Mateo when he's overly tired. Following the direction from which he thought he heard the cough, the Lullaby spies a copse of boulders that looks just like the sort of place a child might hide. Keeping his wings out, though tucking them in slightly, Remi takes a steadying breath as he peers behind one of the boulders. "If this is a game of hide and seek, I should think you're doing extremely well."
"Hello?" Remi calls out in a sweet voice, the sort he might use on a wailing Mateo when he's overly tired. Following the direction from which he thought he heard the cough, the Lullaby spies a copse of boulders that looks just like the sort of place a child might hide. Keeping his wings out, though tucking them in slightly, Remi takes a steadying breath as he peers behind one of the boulders. "If this is a game of hide and seek, I should think you're doing extremely well."
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
