LOREN
At Abasi's explanation of what he assumed about the conversation, Loren simply nodded. When the undertaker got defensive, however, the summoner sighed, and rubbed his temples. "You're right. I'm sorry." Although his voice was truly contrite, his eyes were troubled.
Tapping the fingers of his left hand against his thigh, he looked back at the festival grounds beyond the dance floor. "I should probably get back to manning the Loreseekers booth." The words came out quietly, barely audible above the music. He made no move to leave just yet, still leaning against the fence. His eyes drifted back to the other man as the Launceleyn bit his lip.
Tapping the fingers of his left hand against his thigh, he looked back at the festival grounds beyond the dance floor. "I should probably get back to manning the Loreseekers booth." The words came out quietly, barely audible above the music. He made no move to leave just yet, still leaning against the fence. His eyes drifted back to the other man as the Launceleyn bit his lip.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
