LOREN
Loren shrugged, though he nodded carefully at Maea's analysis of the situation. "Turns out, survival instincts are a bitch when you have a companion and you're part animal." Strangely, his tone was neutral, as if he couldn't quite make up his mind how he felt about that fact. For a moment, fur rippled along his arms before skin reappeared there.
"Guess that has to be true." Since he was here, and all, though as the alcohol burned through him, the less he found himself caring about much of anything. However, he turned to give her a wry look. "It's not really that reckless when you can fly." Feathers appeared in the spots the fur just had, disappearing just as quickly.
Then he faced the edge again. Lifting both hands, blades of ice grew in them. "Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
"Guess that has to be true." Since he was here, and all, though as the alcohol burned through him, the less he found himself caring about much of anything. However, he turned to give her a wry look. "It's not really that reckless when you can fly." Feathers appeared in the spots the fur just had, disappearing just as quickly.
Then he faced the edge again. Lifting both hands, blades of ice grew in them. "Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
