The white sheep of the family
Nodding gratefully as Weaver picked up a rag, Loren moved over to give her some space to do so. However, he found himself pointing his own rag at her almost accusingly. "No fair. Neron's got a lot more to apologize for than Korbin does." It was clear that he was kidding too.
Throwing his rag over his shoulder, he crossed his arms as he listened to her words. Softly, at the end of it, he replied. "May they burn brightly." Lowering his arms, he gave her an understanding look. "I offered to let him apprentice with me. And yes, he mentioned he would be most displeased if I did anything to harm you." Hesitating, he bit his lip. "And that you were welcoming all these changes, which he seems to feel are taking you away from him." Tone awkward, he scuffed the floor with his foot.
Grinning at her, he turned to take the first batch of scones out of the oven, carefully wrapping his hands to avoid burns. "Actually, I wasn't sure, but thanks for confirming." Taking the tray out, he set it aside to cool, replacing the rags as he did. "In my defense, I assumed pretty much everyone at the birthday party were Advocates." Raising an eyebrow, he gave her a questioning and challenging look.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shrugged. "Well I haven't actually asked him yet, but I don't see why he wouldn't agree to it. You're spying anyway, so you might as well be spying for us." Sighing, his expression grew more serious. "As for Neron he's been...indisposed, recently. I've been trying to fill in for him where I can." However, as he ran a hand through his hair, it was clear he was just as annoyed at his brother's lack of leadership.
Throwing his rag over his shoulder, he crossed his arms as he listened to her words. Softly, at the end of it, he replied. "May they burn brightly." Lowering his arms, he gave her an understanding look. "I offered to let him apprentice with me. And yes, he mentioned he would be most displeased if I did anything to harm you." Hesitating, he bit his lip. "And that you were welcoming all these changes, which he seems to feel are taking you away from him." Tone awkward, he scuffed the floor with his foot.
Grinning at her, he turned to take the first batch of scones out of the oven, carefully wrapping his hands to avoid burns. "Actually, I wasn't sure, but thanks for confirming." Taking the tray out, he set it aside to cool, replacing the rags as he did. "In my defense, I assumed pretty much everyone at the birthday party were Advocates." Raising an eyebrow, he gave her a questioning and challenging look.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shrugged. "Well I haven't actually asked him yet, but I don't see why he wouldn't agree to it. You're spying anyway, so you might as well be spying for us." Sighing, his expression grew more serious. "As for Neron he's been...indisposed, recently. I've been trying to fill in for him where I can." However, as he ran a hand through his hair, it was clear he was just as annoyed at his brother's lack of leadership.
Will blood tell
