LOREN
It had been tough for Loren to force himself to attend the gift giving event, given that the last time he’d been in the Wildwood his love had died. Still, the healer was a council member of his brother’s reign in Halo, and Loren had the gift all ready. Appearances had to be mainted and all that. So he’d followed along in Neron’s wake.
Once they arrived at the gathering, however, the healer had stopped at the outskirts. Holding the stupid painting he’d made, its colors vividly and inexpertly centered around a black paw print, he just leaned against a tree and watched as others showed up. He forced a polite smile on his face, though it entirely faked, a lifetime of hiding his emotions behind a polite mask coming to his rescue.
Staying where he was, he kept an eye out for someone he could exchange his gift with who wouldn't ask him too many difficult questions. In fact, he compelled some nearby sparrows to keep an eye out for anyone approaching him, just so he'd be forewarned.
Once they arrived at the gathering, however, the healer had stopped at the outskirts. Holding the stupid painting he’d made, its colors vividly and inexpertly centered around a black paw print, he just leaned against a tree and watched as others showed up. He forced a polite smile on his face, though it entirely faked, a lifetime of hiding his emotions behind a polite mask coming to his rescue.
Staying where he was, he kept an eye out for someone he could exchange his gift with who wouldn't ask him too many difficult questions. In fact, he compelled some nearby sparrows to keep an eye out for anyone approaching him, just so he'd be forewarned.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
