The white sheep of the family
At Maea’s comment, Loren just shrugged. ”Hardly a blessing. All magic is a tool, to be used for good or ill.” There was a slightly bitter cast to the words, and he dropped his hand to his side.
Waving away her thanks, he clasped his hands behind his back. "Like I said, just doing my job." Now that he'd completed the task at hand, he was lapsing back into the slightly distant, slightly detached demeanor he'd possessed when she first saw him.
However, as she twirled and then spoke, he stilled almost entirely. "Well. The circumstances that brought me here were..." His voice trailed off as his eyes grew momentarily haunted. Shaking his head slightly, he turned to face the hallway. "Shall we continue the tour?" The brief trace of sorrow was gone as swiftly as it had appeared.
Waving away her thanks, he clasped his hands behind his back. "Like I said, just doing my job." Now that he'd completed the task at hand, he was lapsing back into the slightly distant, slightly detached demeanor he'd possessed when she first saw him.
However, as she twirled and then spoke, he stilled almost entirely. "Well. The circumstances that brought me here were..." His voice trailed off as his eyes grew momentarily haunted. Shaking his head slightly, he turned to face the hallway. "Shall we continue the tour?" The brief trace of sorrow was gone as swiftly as it had appeared.
Will blood tell
