The white sheep of the family
For a moment, rage flared within Loren as Remi, of all people, lectured the healer on how to deal with grief. However, it snuffed out as quickly as it appeared. Indeed, the emotion drained out of him, almost entirely, leaving just the dangerous buzz of the alcohol tingling in his veins.
Throwing his head back, letting it slam against the cavern wall, he stared at Remi. Then the Launceleyn lifted his hand. A blade of ice appeared in it and with a swift and certain motion he cut his throat.
Blood sprayed out.
Astra went crazy, springing to her feet and bleating. She pressed herself against him, as if to stop the flow of crimson, to stop his descent into madness. It was only that, and the waves of panic he felt from her that caused him not to just let it happen, to call upon a thread of his healing magic to slow the blood, knit the wound closed slightly, though not entirely.
Just enough to keep him from dying.
Throwing his head back, letting it slam against the cavern wall, he stared at Remi. Then the Launceleyn lifted his hand. A blade of ice appeared in it and with a swift and certain motion he cut his throat.
Blood sprayed out.
Astra went crazy, springing to her feet and bleating. She pressed herself against him, as if to stop the flow of crimson, to stop his descent into madness. It was only that, and the waves of panic he felt from her that caused him not to just let it happen, to call upon a thread of his healing magic to slow the blood, knit the wound closed slightly, though not entirely.
Just enough to keep him from dying.
Will blood tell
