Nodding, Loren lifted his arm from Weaver's shoulders. "I'll gather what I can then." However, he made no move to stand up just yet. Instead, he leaned slightly towards her, bumping their shoulders together.
As she revealed the letter, he peered at it curiously. "Sounds good." Taking a closer look at the feather, he eventually shrugged.
Staying quiet as she explained why waking up was more difficult for her, he gave her a sad smile. "Benefits of a troubled upbringing, I guess." Letting out a bitter laugh, he shook his head. "I become alert pretty much instantly when I wake. At night, though, alone in my bed, left with my own thoughts..." Voice trailing off, he hugged his knees to his chest.
"No? Maybe? I don't think so." Sighing, he rubbed his temples. "If I was the only one it would affect, then yes. Perhaps I'd run away from it all, maybe try to start fresh." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "But I know it would hurt people, and it wouldn't help with the pain."
Of course, at that point a wind sprang up, causing the fire to flare. That was unusual enough to cause him to rise to his feet: he was just in time for the books to topple. He gazed suspiciously at the fireplace and the bookshelf. "M-maea?" There wasn't fear in his voice, but there was a great deal of caution.
As she revealed the letter, he peered at it curiously. "Sounds good." Taking a closer look at the feather, he eventually shrugged.
Staying quiet as she explained why waking up was more difficult for her, he gave her a sad smile. "Benefits of a troubled upbringing, I guess." Letting out a bitter laugh, he shook his head. "I become alert pretty much instantly when I wake. At night, though, alone in my bed, left with my own thoughts..." Voice trailing off, he hugged his knees to his chest.
"No? Maybe? I don't think so." Sighing, he rubbed his temples. "If I was the only one it would affect, then yes. Perhaps I'd run away from it all, maybe try to start fresh." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "But I know it would hurt people, and it wouldn't help with the pain."
Of course, at that point a wind sprang up, causing the fire to flare. That was unusual enough to cause him to rise to his feet: he was just in time for the books to topple. He gazed suspiciously at the fireplace and the bookshelf. "M-maea?" There wasn't fear in his voice, but there was a great deal of caution.
you are lost, hope is gone
but you must go on
Loren
Base Code by Sky!
