LOREN
The sand bar was an interesting piece of land, and Loren was quite interested in exploring it. He was shirtless, having finally succumbed to the inevitable. Although his skin obviously burned easily (and indeed was already a bit red), he knew he could heal any bad that was too bad.
He was making his way towards the weird structure at the end of the sand bar, Astra following in the footsteps left behind by his bare feet. That was literally true: she made a game of jumping from one to the next as his long legs ate up the distance. A pair of sandals dangled carelessly from one hand. It was beautiful, with the setting sun, but he didn't look happy. Instead, he pulled out one of the flasks he'd taken to carrying and took a swig.
Of course, a familiar swooping form and another familiar tall figure soon resolved themselves. The healer's steps slowed briefly as he spotted Sunjata. Then the Launceleyn picked up the pace. "Sunjata. Fancy seeing you here." There was no apology in Loren's voice. If anything, he sounded almost annoyed to see the bartender here of all places.
He was making his way towards the weird structure at the end of the sand bar, Astra following in the footsteps left behind by his bare feet. That was literally true: she made a game of jumping from one to the next as his long legs ate up the distance. A pair of sandals dangled carelessly from one hand. It was beautiful, with the setting sun, but he didn't look happy. Instead, he pulled out one of the flasks he'd taken to carrying and took a swig.
Of course, a familiar swooping form and another familiar tall figure soon resolved themselves. The healer's steps slowed briefly as he spotted Sunjata. Then the Launceleyn picked up the pace. "Sunjata. Fancy seeing you here." There was no apology in Loren's voice. If anything, he sounded almost annoyed to see the bartender here of all places.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
