The white sheep of the family
Loren’s education was incomplete, so he didn’t fully understand everything that Maea was explaining to him. Frowning slightly, he found his fingers drumming a beat on his thigh. "Alright. When you do know more, I'd be happy to perform whatever treatments seem best." He tilted his head. "For now, if you'd like some healing, I'd be happy to provide it."
With that, he leaned against a nearby wall. As he waited for her response, he fell into a familiar breathing pattern: in through his nose, hold, out through his mouth. It settled his always uneasy mind. As he meditated, his magic leapt almost eagerly up from his soul. He'd had less of it recently, but as always it came to him when he needed it.
With that, he leaned against a nearby wall. As he waited for her response, he fell into a familiar breathing pattern: in through his nose, hold, out through his mouth. It settled his always uneasy mind. As he meditated, his magic leapt almost eagerly up from his soul. He'd had less of it recently, but as always it came to him when he needed it.
Will blood tell
