Love mends even the broken parts
As Maea teased him, Loren just ran a sheepish hand through his hair. Bending down, he picked up his own bag. "It's not like I actually want to be mopey all the time." It came out in a half-muffled, embarrassed tone.
As the Loreseeker began to explain why being a Loreseeker meant so much to her, he straightened up and flipped his bag onto his back. Holding onto its straps, he remained silent as she said her piece. When she finished, he sighed. "Until two years ago, I was bound to a magical oath that would kill me if I disobeyed it, was tortured by my family, and grew up in a world at war and then a world under siege. I grew up in a cage, albeit of a different sort than yours." His words were soft.
Turning, he gazed out to where he knew the horizon lay even if he couldn't see it from here. "So I get it." Astra trotted up, and he rubbed her head affectionately, even if his eyes were sad. "But you don't need a title to make you free, you know that, right?" It was just as quiet as his words before.
As the Loreseeker began to explain why being a Loreseeker meant so much to her, he straightened up and flipped his bag onto his back. Holding onto its straps, he remained silent as she said her piece. When she finished, he sighed. "Until two years ago, I was bound to a magical oath that would kill me if I disobeyed it, was tortured by my family, and grew up in a world at war and then a world under siege. I grew up in a cage, albeit of a different sort than yours." His words were soft.
Turning, he gazed out to where he knew the horizon lay even if he couldn't see it from here. "So I get it." Astra trotted up, and he rubbed her head affectionately, even if his eyes were sad. "But you don't need a title to make you free, you know that, right?" It was just as quiet as his words before.
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