The white sheep of the family
Well, maybe the Greatwood wouldn’t make their journey any longer, but Loren was definitely making it harder. Two steps forward, infinite steps back: that had always been the way with the two of them. Even if Remi couldn’t remember that, the summoner could. Sighing, the Launceleyn stopped walking. He was trying to be better, and he hated to see all the progress they’d both made since this morning ruined just because the summoner got a little freaked out. And since he was clearly in the wrong, he needed to do something to fix his mistake. ”Remi, wait. I’m sorry. I overreacted. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Astra, responding to something in the Launceleyn’s tone and posture, brushed against his side, and his hand came to rest on her back while he hugged himself with his other arm. ”Please come back?”
Will blood tell
