LOREN
Loren stayed right where he was, settled onto the ground, paws on his nose. I call it training, yes. As Korbin asked what the healer had been hoping to accomplish, he carefully kept his emotions walled off. Any number of things. Testing the capabilities of my shifts and against an unknown opponent. Getting a workout. Making sure my combat skills and my instincts stayed sharp. Whatever was bothering the other man, it was clear the Launceleyn was untouched.
Still, he wasn't an idiot. What were you hoping to accomplish by coming out to train here? Honestly, he was legitimately curious: he'd trained with more than one Attuned, and almost all of them had used their shifts in various ways while sparring.
Still, he wasn't an idiot. What were you hoping to accomplish by coming out to train here? Honestly, he was legitimately curious: he'd trained with more than one Attuned, and almost all of them had used their shifts in various ways while sparring.
DON'T CARE
