The white sheep of the family
At Maea's words, Loren nodded. As he felt her prodding at his sphere, he turned over control of that section of the water to her. He called the rest of it back to him, letting it pool around him like a moat. "You did better than me the first time I meditated. Keep breathing, though. Keep feeling the connection between your palms and the floor." The words came out almost idly and conversational, though his eyes were sharp as he watched her.
He took a deep breath himself, settling his own nerves. "Has that happened to you before?" Tilting his head, he regarded her carefully, though his eyes did indeed glimmer with the faintest amount of concern. Although he wasn't actively using his magic, he still had a tight grip on it, ready to react to basically anything.
He took a deep breath himself, settling his own nerves. "Has that happened to you before?" Tilting his head, he regarded her carefully, though his eyes did indeed glimmer with the faintest amount of concern. Although he wasn't actively using his magic, he still had a tight grip on it, ready to react to basically anything.
Will blood tell
