The white sheep of the family
Loren’s eyes searched Remi’s features. However, the summoner eventually sighed, and clasped his hands behind his back. ”Alright.” His voice was soft and uncertain.
As the magic leapt from the alchemist's fingers to the amulet, the Launceleyn smiled, though it had a bit of a sad edge to it. Still, his tone truly was grateful. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." He tucked the amulet back around his neck, smoothing his shirt over it.
Then he glanced over at the wagon. "Shall we work on your illusions now that mine is done?" Although he hated the hesitancy in his voice and in his mind, he was also hopeful that they could eventually work past the discomfort that seemed to inevitably crop up between the two of them.
As the magic leapt from the alchemist's fingers to the amulet, the Launceleyn smiled, though it had a bit of a sad edge to it. Still, his tone truly was grateful. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." He tucked the amulet back around his neck, smoothing his shirt over it.
Then he glanced over at the wagon. "Shall we work on your illusions now that mine is done?" Although he hated the hesitancy in his voice and in his mind, he was also hopeful that they could eventually work past the discomfort that seemed to inevitably crop up between the two of them.
Will blood tell
