LOREN
Loren had received a note from Captain Morgan Aristomache, asking to meet. Seeing as he was still establishing himself in Halo (and seeing as they were both advisors to his brother) the healer had agreed to meet the woman out at the Citadel. Frankly, he was almost intrigued with what she wanted to say to him.
Arriving early for the meeting, he was dressed in drab brown clothes, entirely utilitarian. A fur-lined cloak graced his shoulders, and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Aside from his scarily gaunt frame, the dark circles etched under his eyes, and the blank expression on his face, he looked almost normal. Astra played in the snow nearby, though she kept a wary eye on him.
Arriving early for the meeting, he was dressed in drab brown clothes, entirely utilitarian. A fur-lined cloak graced his shoulders, and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Aside from his scarily gaunt frame, the dark circles etched under his eyes, and the blank expression on his face, he looked almost normal. Astra played in the snow nearby, though she kept a wary eye on him.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
