Love mends even the broken parts
"Few have accused me of being wise before." Loren's lips twitched. "Everyone else was from the Hollowed Ground. Wessex Theskyra, Samuel Wordsworth, and Oliver, no last name." Raising his eyebrows at Finn, the healer tapped a finger against the rim of his cup. "It was the second expedition into the lightning storms, by the way. Recently, that is."
Nope, no dots would be connected bt the Firebrand during any of this conversation. Instead, he just blinked at the other man's explanation that wasn't. "Yeah okay, but what is it? Who are you and what do you do?"
Frowning, Loren sat up straighter in his chair. Setting his tea down, he leaned forward. "Escalating how?" He stared at Finn, eyes narrowing slightly and mouth becoming pinched as fur rippled along the healer's arms again.
Nope, no dots would be connected bt the Firebrand during any of this conversation. Instead, he just blinked at the other man's explanation that wasn't. "Yeah okay, but what is it? Who are you and what do you do?"
Frowning, Loren sat up straighter in his chair. Setting his tea down, he leaned forward. "Escalating how?" He stared at Finn, eyes narrowing slightly and mouth becoming pinched as fur rippled along the healer's arms again.
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