LOREN
It remained to be seen who was playing a joke on who, because as Harper sped up to keep pace with Loren, he glanced back over his shoulder. Then he smirked a little. There was something darkly amused about the expression.
Slowing down just a hair to let the other man catch up, the healer turned his attention back to the hedges. As they turned another corner, he sipped from his flask. "It's green, with brown spots. Grows in patches closer to the center of the Labyrinth." It came out idly, without much inflection.
Then he looked at Harper again. "Be careful, though. There are monsters in here." There was something almost taunting about the warning. Grinning (though saying the Launceleyn bared his teeth might be a more accurate representation of the expression), Loren winked at the other man.
Of course, then a cry of 'follow me' came from a hedge or two over, and the healer's eyes flicked towards it. His shoulders tensed as he scanned the branches for the inevitable squirrel onslaught.
Slowing down just a hair to let the other man catch up, the healer turned his attention back to the hedges. As they turned another corner, he sipped from his flask. "It's green, with brown spots. Grows in patches closer to the center of the Labyrinth." It came out idly, without much inflection.
Then he looked at Harper again. "Be careful, though. There are monsters in here." There was something almost taunting about the warning. Grinning (though saying the Launceleyn bared his teeth might be a more accurate representation of the expression), Loren winked at the other man.
Of course, then a cry of 'follow me' came from a hedge or two over, and the healer's eyes flicked towards it. His shoulders tensed as he scanned the branches for the inevitable squirrel onslaught.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
