The white sheep of the family
Struggling to keep his face impassive, the energy bled out into the Launceleyn’s foot, which resumed its tapping motion. ”I don’t know. It’s just as likely we damaged it when we moved the rubble or…” He hesitated, voice dropping to the barest whisper. ”Or during whatever happened after I stepped through the portal.” Swallowing, he realized his foot had picked up its pace. He frowned down at the offending limb as he forced it to still.
The frown stayed there, and his voice grew more uncertain. ”I don’t know. What about, um, folding planks that you can lock into place with hinges and bolts, so you can adjust the size as needed? Like a, a, a, one of those wooden screens that people get changed behind, the ones that zig-zig.” He waved his hands vaguely in the air as if that would help his less than stellar explanation before they fell into his lap. ”And a cloth covering on the outside to protect against the elements.” Embarrassed smile slipping onto his lips, he belatedly added, ”You can just transmute it if you make a mistake. Can’t you?” He tilted his head and gave the alchemist a curious look.
As Remi looked away, the summoner shrugged. ”I do.” His voice came out equal parts chagrined and resigned. Then it was his turn to avert his gaze. Sighing, the Launceleyn glanced down at his hands. ”I don’t mind being touched. Not at all, not anymore.” Again, Loren blushed, and his words came out half-mumbled.
The frown stayed there, and his voice grew more uncertain. ”I don’t know. What about, um, folding planks that you can lock into place with hinges and bolts, so you can adjust the size as needed? Like a, a, a, one of those wooden screens that people get changed behind, the ones that zig-zig.” He waved his hands vaguely in the air as if that would help his less than stellar explanation before they fell into his lap. ”And a cloth covering on the outside to protect against the elements.” Embarrassed smile slipping onto his lips, he belatedly added, ”You can just transmute it if you make a mistake. Can’t you?” He tilted his head and gave the alchemist a curious look.
As Remi looked away, the summoner shrugged. ”I do.” His voice came out equal parts chagrined and resigned. Then it was his turn to avert his gaze. Sighing, the Launceleyn glanced down at his hands. ”I don’t mind being touched. Not at all, not anymore.” Again, Loren blushed, and his words came out half-mumbled.
Will blood tell
