The white sheep of the family
As the plants faded and withered, and the landscape returned to being desolate and lifeless, Loren stood up, giving Remi a thankful smile as Astra went over to rub against the alchemist's leg in thanks before returning to the summoner’s side. At the image of the small child he’d seen at the puppet show chasing after living trees, Loren’s smile grew to a full on grin. ”I can’t say I blame her, after what you just showed me. Thank you. It really is something special.” And despite what the other man had said earlier, it seemed that he could still bring beauty into this world. The Launceleyn would just have to give Remi as many opportunities to do so as possible in the future.
Will blood tell
