The white sheep of the family
Loren tilted his head, and gave Remi a confused look”I got the bad end of the deal, then? Any tips for how to do better next time?” There was just a simple curiosity in the summoner’s voice. His expression and tone both softened at the alchemist’s response about his childhood. ”Alright.” The Launceleyn ran a distracted hand through his hair.
As the wood appeared above him, Loren lifted it into place as best he could. His physical strength had never been his strong suit, but hopefully he could keep it there for as long as the other man needed. The summoner turned his whole attention to ignoring his arms' discomfort and to moving as little as possible.
As the wood appeared above him, Loren lifted it into place as best he could. His physical strength had never been his strong suit, but hopefully he could keep it there for as long as the other man needed. The summoner turned his whole attention to ignoring his arms' discomfort and to moving as little as possible.
Will blood tell
