The white sheep of the family
At Maea's comment, Loren's steps slowed and faltered. It was just a brief moment, but the way his eyes suddenly flashed with equal parts annoyance and uncertainty before he recovered belied how deeply the words had been felt. "I was disowned." The words came out a bit flatly, but there was an edge to them that hadn't been there before.
However, it should be clear that he very much did not consider himself among kin, let alone at home. And even if he had, that wasn't really a good thing when it came to the Launceleyns.
However, he forced himself to take a deep breath. To let go of the sudden bout of emotion, to let the emptiness take hold of him once more. His features smoothed and his eyes grew distant again. "I'm sorry for your loss." The words were quiet, and he spared her a quick glance. "Were you two close?" Then he turned his gaze forward. "You don't have to tell me, actually, if it's too difficult."
However, it should be clear that he very much did not consider himself among kin, let alone at home. And even if he had, that wasn't really a good thing when it came to the Launceleyns.
However, he forced himself to take a deep breath. To let go of the sudden bout of emotion, to let the emptiness take hold of him once more. His features smoothed and his eyes grew distant again. "I'm sorry for your loss." The words were quiet, and he spared her a quick glance. "Were you two close?" Then he turned his gaze forward. "You don't have to tell me, actually, if it's too difficult."
Will blood tell
