The white sheep of the family
Loren shrugged. ”That’s simple enough." Glancing over, he bit his lip. "I might demand information in exchange. Any medicines or legends you stumble upon, or any relevant developments in the Hollowed Ground, if that’s alright with you.” So, basically, he was offering to be pen pals, though there still wasn't any real enthusiasm or excitement in his voice.
However, what little normalcy might've cropped up in him over the course of the conversation drained away as Samuel asked the questions about life in Halo. "I don't know. I just moved, and I don't like anything right now." The answers came out more curtly than he'd intended, and he sighed. "They definitely worship the old gods. Or at least, there's a shrine to them in the Palace and out on the Sea of Glass." Still, even the healer's slight discomfort was barely noticeable in his still close to monotone voice.
Then they turned onto a main drag as the redhead began revealing more of his past. The Launceleyn glanced around just to make sure it was truly deserted. However, as the other man spoke, Loren found himself drawn to Samuel's features. "I'm glad you and Cornelius found each other. And I'm...sorry your relationship with your father was strained. At least, it sounds strained." The healer looked away, burying a hand in Astra's fur. "I learned how to make books on my own." It was soft, barely above a whisper.
Strangely enough, the conversation about The Voice and portals was more comfortable for him than the one about families and fathers. "I heard about the lightning. I take it that was your doing?" There was no anger or accusation in the comment, just the same dull tone he'd been speaking with for most of the discussion.
However, what little normalcy might've cropped up in him over the course of the conversation drained away as Samuel asked the questions about life in Halo. "I don't know. I just moved, and I don't like anything right now." The answers came out more curtly than he'd intended, and he sighed. "They definitely worship the old gods. Or at least, there's a shrine to them in the Palace and out on the Sea of Glass." Still, even the healer's slight discomfort was barely noticeable in his still close to monotone voice.
Then they turned onto a main drag as the redhead began revealing more of his past. The Launceleyn glanced around just to make sure it was truly deserted. However, as the other man spoke, Loren found himself drawn to Samuel's features. "I'm glad you and Cornelius found each other. And I'm...sorry your relationship with your father was strained. At least, it sounds strained." The healer looked away, burying a hand in Astra's fur. "I learned how to make books on my own." It was soft, barely above a whisper.
Strangely enough, the conversation about The Voice and portals was more comfortable for him than the one about families and fathers. "I heard about the lightning. I take it that was your doing?" There was no anger or accusation in the comment, just the same dull tone he'd been speaking with for most of the discussion.
Will blood tell
