The white sheep of the family
Hearing the pain in Remi’s voice, Loren almost reached out to give the alchemist another hug. Unfortunately, the summoner was still unsure where they stood on the whole touching and comfort subject—though the Launceleyn was shockingly fine with it, at least for now, it seemed the other man might not be—so Loren just gave Remi a sympathetic look and repeated, ”I’m sorry.” It was yet another loss the alchemist had to deal with, so it was really no wonder that the other man was struggling to hold himself together.
That didn’t make Remi’s magic any less beautiful or wondrous apparently. The Launceleyn’s gentle fall was cushioned by soft mosses and grasses, and the flower in his hands continued to act more like an animal than a plant. Astra was having so much fun playing tag with the vines that she was almost oblivious to everything else, and Loren, for his part, was grinning like a fool. ”Well, whatever it is, it’s incredible.” The summoner could’ve stayed in this secret, magical garden forever. Sadly, they had places to be. But Loren was going to let Remi set whatever pace the other man needed to from now on.
That didn’t make Remi’s magic any less beautiful or wondrous apparently. The Launceleyn’s gentle fall was cushioned by soft mosses and grasses, and the flower in his hands continued to act more like an animal than a plant. Astra was having so much fun playing tag with the vines that she was almost oblivious to everything else, and Loren, for his part, was grinning like a fool. ”Well, whatever it is, it’s incredible.” The summoner could’ve stayed in this secret, magical garden forever. Sadly, they had places to be. But Loren was going to let Remi set whatever pace the other man needed to from now on.
Will blood tell
