The white sheep of the family
As Wessex arrived, Loren gave her a careful nod. ”Hello Wessex. How are you?” When she mentioned the other man’s name, the summoner glanced at the redhead. Sam’s comment caused the Launceleyn to smile faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "You must be Samuel, then. I've heard so much about you, all good, though I'm sorry we haven't met properly before. I'm Loren." He held his hand out for the other man to shake.
Something in the interaction between the two Ascended struck Loren as off. It triggered long dormant instincts and old training that he hadn’t drawn upon in quite a while. Still, he trusted them.
So he kept smiling, and tilted his head to try and get a better look at what the redhead was writing. "What're you two working on? Perhaps I can help." There was a genuine curiosity in his voice, and he snagged a chair of his own and settled into it.
Something in the interaction between the two Ascended struck Loren as off. It triggered long dormant instincts and old training that he hadn’t drawn upon in quite a while. Still, he trusted them.
So he kept smiling, and tilted his head to try and get a better look at what the redhead was writing. "What're you two working on? Perhaps I can help." There was a genuine curiosity in his voice, and he snagged a chair of his own and settled into it.
Will blood tell
