LOREN
At the approaching glow, Loren’s eyes narrowed. Even with the light from the phoenix flying in circles around his head, he could see that someone or something was approaching. Not particularly wanting to be caught out in the open in his state, he hesitated, looking for some escape route. Unfortunately, the only things around were the trees and he knew his firebird would give him away. Seeing as he was unwilling to freeze to death to conserve his modesty, the summoner just covered his important bits with both hands and hoped this wouldn't be too bad. He definitely did not pray.
At the sight of the familiar woman, however, the Launceleyn’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t seen her, since, well Northaven, though that wasn’t surprising given his long disappearance. ”Roana?” This was going to be humiliating. Still, there was nothing he could do but power through it. Weirdly enough, light was coming both from a ring on her finger and from a stone in her hand, making the forest bright as day between that and the phoenix. It exposed every single inch of his body. ”Going home. Frey took my clothes.” Loren’s voice was the perfect mix of chagrined and annoyed.
At the sight of the familiar woman, however, the Launceleyn’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t seen her, since, well Northaven, though that wasn’t surprising given his long disappearance. ”Roana?” This was going to be humiliating. Still, there was nothing he could do but power through it. Weirdly enough, light was coming both from a ring on her finger and from a stone in her hand, making the forest bright as day between that and the phoenix. It exposed every single inch of his body. ”Going home. Frey took my clothes.” Loren’s voice was the perfect mix of chagrined and annoyed.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
