The white sheep of the family
There was quite a bit of information Loren needed confirmed, and a quite frustrating lack of confirmation to be found in the Atheneum. Indeed, there was nothing specific about Halo, or mage glass, or anything about the portals. Or at least that he could turn up as he scoured the shelves. At this point, he was deep in the sections about folklore and legends, arms piled high with texts he doubted would yield the answers he sought.
Sighing, he turned to return back to the desk he’d claimed. As he entered into the main area, the summoner came face-to-face with Remi. The Launceleyn’s eyes widened as they took in the other man’s presence and appearance. For a long moment, Loren remained silent. ”Um. Hi.” He offered the alchemist an incredibly tentative smile. Although Remi looked truer to form, the summoner looked different: he’d kept his serviceable black clothing, but he’d put on a little bit more of the weight and looked lean and much less like a skeleton.
Awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes searched the other man’s face. The Launceleyn’s fingers tapped a nervous beat against a book in his arms before he stilled them.
Sighing, he turned to return back to the desk he’d claimed. As he entered into the main area, the summoner came face-to-face with Remi. The Launceleyn’s eyes widened as they took in the other man’s presence and appearance. For a long moment, Loren remained silent. ”Um. Hi.” He offered the alchemist an incredibly tentative smile. Although Remi looked truer to form, the summoner looked different: he’d kept his serviceable black clothing, but he’d put on a little bit more of the weight and looked lean and much less like a skeleton.
Awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes searched the other man’s face. The Launceleyn’s fingers tapped a nervous beat against a book in his arms before he stilled them.
Will blood tell
