Love mends even the broken parts
At the feeling coming from Remi—or rather, lack thereof—Loren paused, and lifted his head to stare up at the alchemist. Sending a pulse of comfort to the other man, the summoner lowered his head again and rubbed his cheek against Remi’s knee. I’m sorry. That’s awful. He continued the gentle motion as they breezed past the conversation about the gods.
When they stopped at the discussion of Zariah, and what those in power should do, Loren finally ceased his movements, simply resting his head where it was. At the final scratch, and the sound of crashing in the distance, he finally backed away, shifting back into his human form. ”I should get out of your hair. Let me know if I can help with the wagon? Or anything else?” His tone was tentative, but his smile wasn’t. Then, he gave Remi a firm nod before the summoner turned to go.
-FINISHED
When they stopped at the discussion of Zariah, and what those in power should do, Loren finally ceased his movements, simply resting his head where it was. At the final scratch, and the sound of crashing in the distance, he finally backed away, shifting back into his human form. ”I should get out of your hair. Let me know if I can help with the wagon? Or anything else?” His tone was tentative, but his smile wasn’t. Then, he gave Remi a firm nod before the summoner turned to go.
-FINISHED
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