The white sheep of the family
Apparently Loren was indeed supposed to just get on. Giving Remi one last dubious look—this was a lot to ask for a variety of reasons—the Launceleyn swung his leg over the manticore’s back. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant seat, but the summoner hardly wanted to wiggle around to make himself more comfortable. So instead, he just reached forward and tangled his hands in the other man’s mane, taking a tight grip. It might’ve been uncomfortable for the alchemist, but Loren really, really didn’t want to fall. Even if other man could catch the Launceleyn, he wanted to avoid that at all costs, if only for the humiliation factor.
Will blood tell
