The white sheep of the family
At Remi’s question, Loren looked up. Rather than responding, he simply nodded and stood, brushing the snow off his knees from his brief contact with the ground. Astra stuck close to the summoner’s side, not quite trusting the shifty alchemist. Although the Launceleyn’s stomach was slightly queasy, Loren followed the other man wherever they were actually supposed to go.
Will blood tell