loren
After the trauma of Fiat Lux, and everything that followed, Loren had retreated from the world. Oh sure, he still showed up, still healed, still rebuilt what he could, still comforted the survivors. But the joy he’d just begun to find had slipped through his fingers like grains of sand, and he'd reclaimed the mask he'd worn, the one that took him through tough times.
Inside, though, he was cold and empty as the ice (his ice, a dark and quiet voice whispered) that had claimed too, too many lives.
So when he'd received the invitation fromJigano to go do some more exploring of Halo, the summoner had stirred himself into motion. They were flying over the Sea of Glass as it was known, the ice reflecting the harsh sun with blinding rays that bounced up at them. The Launceleyn was a goose, the white-haired man a dragon. Despite the season, it was still cold, though at least this form was insulated from the worst of it.
Inside, though, he was cold and empty as the ice (his ice, a dark and quiet voice whispered) that had claimed too, too many lives.
So when he'd received the invitation from
Never judge a book by its cover.
