LOREN
Loren was packing his meager belongings. It didn't take much: one bag for the assortment of magical items he'd somehow accumulated and another for everything else. Clothes, toiletries, his journals all got tossed in without a care for efficiency or wrinkles.
From her bed in the corner, Astra watched him. He could feel her concern shivering through their bond. Sighing, he went over to her and stroked her fur for a few minutes.
She wasn't reassured, but she did settle down. Standing up, he went back to the bed where the bags lay. He was almost done. One of the perks of moving repeatedly was that he knew what to bring and what he could replace. And one of the perks of having his last two homes destroyed was that he just didn't have that many things. Just the necessities.
From her bed in the corner, Astra watched him. He could feel her concern shivering through their bond. Sighing, he went over to her and stroked her fur for a few minutes.
She wasn't reassured, but she did settle down. Standing up, he went back to the bed where the bags lay. He was almost done. One of the perks of moving repeatedly was that he knew what to bring and what he could replace. And one of the perks of having his last two homes destroyed was that he just didn't have that many things. Just the necessities.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
