The white sheep of the family
At least this time when Remi spoke Loren didn’t completely freak out. ”Trying not to die. Sorry. You just focus on flying, okay?” His voice came out through gritted teeth. Astra, sensing his distress, let out an anxious grunt and wiggled slightly in the manticore’s paws. Realizing that if he didn’t calm down, the luxere might get hurt, the Launceleyn forced himself to take deep breaths and relax one muscle at a time. ”It’s okay Astra. We’re safe.” His voice was as soothing as he could manage, and it must’ve worked because she settled down again.
Loren hoped (and prayed to any god that might be listening) that they arrived soon and got there in one piece.
Loren hoped (and prayed to any god that might be listening) that they arrived soon and got there in one piece.
Will blood tell
