Herbalists' Cache you opiate this hazy head of mine

heheh i couldnt help myself
you're some sort of dinasour now sorry

Unlike her, Remi had no one to gush about the day's fortunes and misfortunes.
He truly was alone. A lonely loner! Ah, at what point had Remi become such a cliché?
His siblings were probably messing around in the Pier, where he was sure (in his biased mind) his parents slept now more soundly now that he was gone. 

"Berry-saor!" he piped after she offered her real name.
Even if it was easy enough to remember and pronounce, Remi had a penchant for giving nicknames. He had shared that with Rilke, who without knowing it, had given Remi more than just his current alias, but an identity.

"i'm mouse" he barked with a happy swish of his tail, deciding to introduce himself not as Remi but as what his heart felt he should be named.
Although Remi liked the name his parents had given him he would forever cherish the one his sister had gifted him with.