LOREN
The Manor felt empty, even though it was supposedly filled with people. Still, Loren was used to feeling alone in his house by now; given how lonely he was everywhere else, it made sense to him that his house did not feel like a home. He hadn’t really earned the right to a home, he felt. Besides, given how he kept driving people away, he supposed he deserved this feeling.
Although he had quite a bit of work to do, he found that he lacked the energy to do much of anything. So, while it just added to the guilt, he’d made himself a cup of tea, then shuffled over to the library. At least if he was reading something relevant, he could tell himself he was being efficient. It would be the least of the lies he told himself these days.
Dressed in comfortable, but completely ugly brown wool—it hung off his gaunt frame in a worrisome way, not that anyone paid much attention to that—he picked up the book on LongNight that Jigano had given the summoner. While he’d already read it twice, he figured a third time couldn’t hurt, given the danger they were facing. However, he found himself reading the same sentence over and over and over again. Sighing, he took a sip of the now lukewarm tea, then set it down on a nearby table and rubbed his eyes. Gods he was tired.
Abasi
Although he had quite a bit of work to do, he found that he lacked the energy to do much of anything. So, while it just added to the guilt, he’d made himself a cup of tea, then shuffled over to the library. At least if he was reading something relevant, he could tell himself he was being efficient. It would be the least of the lies he told himself these days.
Dressed in comfortable, but completely ugly brown wool—it hung off his gaunt frame in a worrisome way, not that anyone paid much attention to that—he picked up the book on LongNight that Jigano had given the summoner. While he’d already read it twice, he figured a third time couldn’t hurt, given the danger they were facing. However, he found himself reading the same sentence over and over and over again. Sighing, he took a sip of the now lukewarm tea, then set it down on a nearby table and rubbed his eyes. Gods he was tired.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
