The white sheep of the family
Loren couldn’t help but chuckle as well when Remi describes Aoife’s life. ”Gods help us when she grows up, then, if she is so mighty and blessed as a child.” Not knowing what was to come soon for how could he know the timelines, nor if that was the right thing to say at the moment, the Launceleyn studied the alchemist for any lingering sign of the darkness from earlier. However, the summoner was so intent on the other man that the questions about Loren’s own state took him off guard. ”Oh. Well, I don’t have anything to change into, and the walk will probably keep me warm enough. Plus I’m not sure I trust my magic enough to take to the skies with it for an extended period of time. Besides, I probably need to conserve it to show off the Spark Bird to the Fae.” It was a sad truth that, unlike Remi, the Launceleyn did not have a limitless supply of magical power at his fingertips.
Will blood tell
