LOREN
Even given his recent alcoholic tendencies, Loren still rose before the dawn, many years as a farmer creating a habit that was hard to beat. These days, he tossed back a drink or two before even getting out of bed, otherwise he had to deal with the pounding headache of a hangover. While it was still there, at least he had the illusion of warmth from the liquor.
Getting dressed in all the many layers required for Halo, he tucked a few flasks in his pockets. Then he strode out of his bedroom towards the Magic Academy. It didn't take long to reach, and he headed for the exposed rooftop.
Not expecting to find Maea there, he slowed. However, his steps picked up again soon enough. "Wasn't expecting to find anyone else up here." His voice was groggy, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Getting dressed in all the many layers required for Halo, he tucked a few flasks in his pockets. Then he strode out of his bedroom towards the Magic Academy. It didn't take long to reach, and he headed for the exposed rooftop.
Not expecting to find Maea there, he slowed. However, his steps picked up again soon enough. "Wasn't expecting to find anyone else up here." His voice was groggy, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
