The white sheep of the family
Loren had gone to inspect the newly constructed Arcane Academy. No doubt some member of his family would ask him to join soon enough (despite the fact that he technically wasn’t a member of the family anymore). So he’d checked it out, mostly for lack of anything better to do. Even he could only waste his away his days for so long before succumbing to boredom.
However, the inspection didn’t take him long, and he soon found himself walking back to the Palace proper. He bore nothing with him, and was dressed in drab browns, entirely utilitarian without a scrap of adornment. His face was lined, his features and frame were gaunt, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Turning a corner, he halted, shocked to spot Maea there. However, his surprise faded swiftly enough, leaving the blank expression he wore most of the time these days in its place. Nodding at her, he resumed his walk, steps unhurried yet somehow giving the indication that he would not be stopped again.
However, the inspection didn’t take him long, and he soon found himself walking back to the Palace proper. He bore nothing with him, and was dressed in drab browns, entirely utilitarian without a scrap of adornment. His face was lined, his features and frame were gaunt, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Turning a corner, he halted, shocked to spot Maea there. However, his surprise faded swiftly enough, leaving the blank expression he wore most of the time these days in its place. Nodding at her, he resumed his walk, steps unhurried yet somehow giving the indication that he would not be stopped again.
Will blood tell
