The white sheep of the family
As they walked through the halls, Loren was grateful for the silence. However, it didn't last, as Maea soon asked about his family. "I do. My twin. He's older, though obviously not by much." For a moment his expression faltered, the mask slipped, and his grief shone through. "My last living sibling." Then the sorrow slipped away, leaving the emptiness in its place.
Glancing over at her, he gave her an appraising look. "I suppose I didn't mention my last name when we met. Loren Launceleyn. My brother is the Warden of this place, and my cousin is the Archmage." With that, he returned his eyes to their path as they turned the corner to another hallway. "How about you. Do you have any siblings?" The question came out by rote, long years of etiquette training coming to the fore in lieu of anything better to do or say.
Glancing over at her, he gave her an appraising look. "I suppose I didn't mention my last name when we met. Loren Launceleyn. My brother is the Warden of this place, and my cousin is the Archmage." With that, he returned his eyes to their path as they turned the corner to another hallway. "How about you. Do you have any siblings?" The question came out by rote, long years of etiquette training coming to the fore in lieu of anything better to do or say.
Will blood tell
