LOREN
Loren had received a note from Samuel, asking if they could meet. When the healer had received it, he'd smirked, and sent an affirmative response back immediately, along with a time, date, and place. Now he stood at the front gates to the Citadel.
As he waited, he sipped idly from a flask. There was something a little different about the Launceleyn. Although he was dressed in the same plain and utilitarian clothes, and cloak thrown over his head for warmth, his posture and appearance were subtly different. Perhaps it was simply that he'd put on a little weight, or maybe it was the slight way he slouched.
Or maybe it had something to do with the dark amusement that lurked in his eyes more often than not these days.
As he waited, he sipped idly from a flask. There was something a little different about the Launceleyn. Although he was dressed in the same plain and utilitarian clothes, and cloak thrown over his head for warmth, his posture and appearance were subtly different. Perhaps it was simply that he'd put on a little weight, or maybe it was the slight way he slouched.
Or maybe it had something to do with the dark amusement that lurked in his eyes more often than not these days.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
