Snippet #1752135

Locien and Raina told the bartender of their departure and waited for everyone outside. Raina wiggled herself into Locien's left arm and leaned on him again as they walked some to where Theodin would meet them with the horses.

"She's a real nice person it seems. Looks nice too." Zianro commented in his son's head. "I guess maybe I don't have to worry about the re-population" of the Fenris clan exactly yet. But, I'm worried about what's holding you back?"

Locien sighed mentally as if to let his dead father know what really was holding him back. He felt confused, alone and utterly lost to where he should go with his life from here. Raina somewhat sensed his insecurities and rubbed his back gently with two of her fingers. "Everything is fine Locien, everything is perfectly fine." She kept muttering. The last thing Raina wanted was a nervous or angered Fenris. That was almost like messing with a dragon, according to Selina.

She sighed to herself on that account. She missed her oldest and dearest friend at times. She hoped that Locien would somehow fill her void, but it would take a long while for it to actually do it she feared. For him it was probably too fast too soon.