The white sheep of the family
Loren had been spending a lot of time in the Loreseeker’s archive lately, still attempting to catch up on all that he'd missed while he'd been ill and away (and needing a distraction from the dark turn his thoughts had taken). Flipping through the book on the flora and fauna of the Hollowed Grounds, his eyes scanned the pages, committing them to memory. However, even he had his limits, and as his eyes and head protested, he sighed, and shut the tome.
Standing up, he sent a call out to Astra, who trotted up to him. She was more than happy to ascend the steps that led to the Atheneum, and he rubbed her head fondly, even though his eyes were distant and haunted, given there was no one around to pretend he was okay for. Emerging into the Athenuem proper, he made his way towards the exit.
However, a shock of red hair caught his eye, and he turned to look. While the unknown man scribbling furiously was unfamiliar to him, old habits carried the summoner over to the stranger. The Launceleyn cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Hello there. Are you in need of assistance?" His tone was polite, and on his face he wore a neutral mask. The luxere hid behind him, surprisingly shy.
Standing up, he sent a call out to Astra, who trotted up to him. She was more than happy to ascend the steps that led to the Atheneum, and he rubbed her head fondly, even though his eyes were distant and haunted, given there was no one around to pretend he was okay for. Emerging into the Athenuem proper, he made his way towards the exit.
However, a shock of red hair caught his eye, and he turned to look. While the unknown man scribbling furiously was unfamiliar to him, old habits carried the summoner over to the stranger. The Launceleyn cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Hello there. Are you in need of assistance?" His tone was polite, and on his face he wore a neutral mask. The luxere hid behind him, surprisingly shy.
Will blood tell
