LOREN
Following Neron into the Palace, Loren nodded at the guards as well. They entered into the Warden's study, which the healer actually hadn't seen before. Glancing around, he shook his head at his older brother's comment about being left alone. "I just need time, not space." The younger twin clasped his hands behind his back. "How can I help you and the good Captain?"
Smiling faintly, he looked at the study's window, which was indeed shuttered. "That was more my way of saying it doesn't matter to me." Lifting one of his hands from behind his back, feathers rippled across his skin, followed by fur. "You wouldn't be the first to seek out the gods for the strength to withstand Zariah."
Smiling faintly, he looked at the study's window, which was indeed shuttered. "That was more my way of saying it doesn't matter to me." Lifting one of his hands from behind his back, feathers rippled across his skin, followed by fur. "You wouldn't be the first to seek out the gods for the strength to withstand Zariah."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
