there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Shaking his head, Loren smiled sadly. "Nothing to be sorry for." As Sunjata began to speak further, the healer fell silent. Swallowing a bit, he kicked at the water, needing to do something with the restless and slightly anxious energy stealing upon him. "What kind of trials?" He gave the bartender an understanding look, the Launceleyn figuring from the other man's tone (and the fact that he'd brought it up to begin with, and the word survive) that they were bad."In order to enforce the oath, my family valued strength above all else. Except for obedience, of course. So the most powerful mage with the most destructive magics was at the head of the family, and there was a strict hierarchy under that." Loren bit his lip. "I was always the weakest." Even now, it came out as an ashamed whisper.
"I know." In the face of Sunjata's question, the healer was quiet for a long while. Finally he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "My magic manifested when I was five. I was in Northaven until I was twenty. I'm twenty-two now." Hopefully the bartender could do the math.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
