The white sheep of the family
As Samuel’s voice called out softly, Astra gave out a little bit of an anxious bleat and hid under the table. For Loren’s part, he closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and steeling himself for another conversation with the redheaded man.
Swiveling in the chair, the summoner peered in the direction the other man's voice had come from. "It's Loren." The Launceleyn's call was soft, but given how quiet it was in the Atheneum, it still seemed to echo.
Turning back to his work, he resumed scanning the pages. Indeed, after that initial response, he basically did what he could to put Samuel out of his mind. Still, Loren shifted slightly so he could watch behind him out of the corner of his eye.
Swiveling in the chair, the summoner peered in the direction the other man's voice had come from. "It's Loren." The Launceleyn's call was soft, but given how quiet it was in the Atheneum, it still seemed to echo.
Turning back to his work, he resumed scanning the pages. Indeed, after that initial response, he basically did what he could to put Samuel out of his mind. Still, Loren shifted slightly so he could watch behind him out of the corner of his eye.
Will blood tell
