LOREN
The last thing Loren had been expecting was for Maea to actually take him up on his half-joking offer to cut loose. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. Then, though, he grinned savagely, more bared teeth than anything else. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was something bloodthirsty about his voice.
Then he stepped back from her. Seeing as he'd healed her wounds, he did the same for his own, which sealed shut. He shucked off his cloak, tossing it to the side. Rolling his neck, his eyes narrowed for a brief moment.
Then a dragon appeared directly in front of him. It roared, shaking the icicles off the roof, and as it did lightning blasted from its throat, streaking towards Maea's feet. At the same time, a flurry of sharp ice shot up from the ground as he borrowed her trick from earlier.
Then he stepped back from her. Seeing as he'd healed her wounds, he did the same for his own, which sealed shut. He shucked off his cloak, tossing it to the side. Rolling his neck, his eyes narrowed for a brief moment.
Then a dragon appeared directly in front of him. It roared, shaking the icicles off the roof, and as it did lightning blasted from its throat, streaking towards Maea's feet. At the same time, a flurry of sharp ice shot up from the ground as he borrowed her trick from earlier.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
