LOREN
As Neron spoke up behind Loren he stiffened. Glancing over his shoulder, he shook his head. Turning to face his twin, the healer looked down, scuffing at the ground with the toe of his boot. "My clothes are just going to get dirty before too long anyway." He grabbed a shirt, which was brown and entirely serviceable, totally boring compared to the Hailstorm's garb, and waved it in the air before tossing it into the bag.
Taking a deep breath, the Firebrand lifted his head and finally met his brother's gaze. "I'm going to the Hollowed Ground for a few days to clear my head before coming back." Hesitating, Loren added in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I fucked up. I'm sorry."
Taking a deep breath, the Firebrand lifted his head and finally met his brother's gaze. "I'm going to the Hollowed Ground for a few days to clear my head before coming back." Hesitating, Loren added in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I fucked up. I'm sorry."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
