The white sheep of the family
Loren stared at the countertop before him, eyes not really focused, hands leaning against the wood. Unsurprisingly, he looked incredibly haggard. There were dark circles under his eyes (in addition to not sleeping much at all, he’d been working almost non-stop since Fiat Lux) and he’d lost weight, leaving his thin features gaunt once again.
A pot of water was on the stove, and it had just started whistling. Sighing, he pushed himself off the counter and wrapped his hands in cloth. Pouring some water into a waiting cup, he set the kettle aside. Steam wafted from its surface, and he dumped a packet of tea in there, then settled in to let it steep, expression dull and exhausted.
Abasi
A pot of water was on the stove, and it had just started whistling. Sighing, he pushed himself off the counter and wrapped his hands in cloth. Pouring some water into a waiting cup, he set the kettle aside. Steam wafted from its surface, and he dumped a packet of tea in there, then settled in to let it steep, expression dull and exhausted.
Will blood tell
