The white sheep of the family
After meeting with Frey and doing a bit of research (and a whole lot more thinking) Loren had an inkling of an idea what to do. Still, he wasn’t entirely certain, so he decided to seek out someone much more well versed in these things. He followed the path out to the Fields. As he walked, a swarm of bees descended upon him, their humming almost musical.
Actually, it was musical. He eyed them warily, but they seemed content to swirl around him and make their harmonies, so he shrugged and kept walking. Astra, however, who’d been contentedly walking by his side, went crazy. She jumped around, happy to bask in the bees singing.
It didn’t take long before he stumbled upon Remi's workstation. Trailing bees and an enthusiastic luxere by his side, a cheerful grin on the summoner’s face, he called out for the alchemist. ”Remi? You around?” He had to pitch him voice above the swarm.
Actually, it was musical. He eyed them warily, but they seemed content to swirl around him and make their harmonies, so he shrugged and kept walking. Astra, however, who’d been contentedly walking by his side, went crazy. She jumped around, happy to bask in the bees singing.
It didn’t take long before he stumbled upon Remi's workstation. Trailing bees and an enthusiastic luxere by his side, a cheerful grin on the summoner’s face, he called out for the alchemist. ”Remi? You around?” He had to pitch him voice above the swarm.
Will blood tell
