The white sheep of the family
Loren shrugged, the motion slow and listless. ”I got...I went crazy. Lost my mind and my senses for almost a whole year, lived more like a wild thing than a person.” Shooting Maea a glance, he grimaced slightly. ”When I got back, my family was mostly dead or had disappeared. When the remnants reappeared, I was less than conciliatory, so they declared me banished from the family.” The admission wasn’t painful, just a bit sad.
After she explained more about her brother, the Launceleyn remained silent, struggling to come up with a suitable response. Finally, he sighed. "A better way of coping than most of us have." The reply came out a little guiltily, but most just exhausted.
After she explained more about her brother, the Launceleyn remained silent, struggling to come up with a suitable response. Finally, he sighed. "A better way of coping than most of us have." The reply came out a little guiltily, but most just exhausted.
Will blood tell
