The white sheep of the family
Sighing, Loren nodded at Weaver's assessment. "Unfortunately, I don't think either of us are exactly who or what he needs to help him through his right now." Although his tone was wry, he met her gaze squarely. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to try." He let out a huff of laughter, since he was known for his stubborn commitment to hopeless causes.
When she reached over to tickle him, he laughed, because yes, he was very, very ticklish. Fighting not to drop the tray, he shifted the skin of his armpit to that of a honey badger, which had the side effect of making the mice disappear. "You know the deal. Answers for treats." He grinned at her, not at all perturbed by her own underhanded tactics.
Snorting, he shook his head. "No one in their right mind should trust Zariah." However, his expression grew almost grim. "I don't know what you think I'm saying." He took a deep breath. "But what I am saying is that I want what's best for Halo. And if that's not Neron..." Voice trailing off, he looked down, feathers appearing in his hair and fur rippling down his arms, a sign of his troubled mind.
When she reached over to tickle him, he laughed, because yes, he was very, very ticklish. Fighting not to drop the tray, he shifted the skin of his armpit to that of a honey badger, which had the side effect of making the mice disappear. "You know the deal. Answers for treats." He grinned at her, not at all perturbed by her own underhanded tactics.
Snorting, he shook his head. "No one in their right mind should trust Zariah." However, his expression grew almost grim. "I don't know what you think I'm saying." He took a deep breath. "But what I am saying is that I want what's best for Halo. And if that's not Neron..." Voice trailing off, he looked down, feathers appearing in his hair and fur rippling down his arms, a sign of his troubled mind.
Will blood tell
