Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Sam was so absorbed in his work, in making sure each phrase was right, each word spelt correctly, that he did not hear the hooves making their way up the stairs, his mind turning the (rather bizarre) noise to background buzz. When he first heard Loren's voice, he assumed he had to be talking to someone else; it was only the lack of a response after a moment that made him think the call might be for him.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
He looked about to see a man he'd never spoken to, but who he knew of - one of the Launceleyns, he believed. Anxiety spiked in his chest as he wondered what he would make of Sam's work, but he had no reason, as of yet, to believe Loren hated the Ascended. "No, thank you. I've been writing and reading in here since I was a child." Sam forced a smile, feeling like his mouth didn't know how to do it all of a sudden.
Normally the last thing he wanted when he felt uncomfortable was more people, but the arrival of Wessex was a relief. She was strong, an Ascended like him; if Loren did object to his writings, he had support. Though quite why Wessex was acting like they had arranged this meeting was beyond him - still, he gave her a tiny nod to her mental message. "Oh, it...it's alright. I only just got started. This ink takes a while to dry, so I thought I'd try get the preliminary work done."
Or make each moment new
