LOREN
Loren had never pretended to be wealthy, strangely enough. Lots of other things: a poor farmer, a learned librarian, a true blue duke with absolutely no problems to speak of, but wealth was a new experience to him. Oh sure, he’d had access to the family money, but as the weakest among them he’d only been given the bare necessities. Granted, that meant something different to the Launceleyns than it did to a commoner.
Of course, as a child he’d also been left in a stone cell and dropped off in the wilderness in the harshest of conditions to fend for himself for a while, so his thoughts about what did and did not constitute normal were a bit off.
When he finally responded his voice was just tired. ”The dragon statues are on the inside.” Well, crests, technically, crests that he’d mostly removed because they were hideous and a reminder of a past and a legacy that he was trying to reject. At her comment, his moved his already crossed arms to hug himself. ”This is the second time you’ve seen me.” She’d learn, in time, just what the summoner was capable of.
Still, even as his discomfort rose, he wasn’t going to let her get away with that paltry effort, both to get rid of the hiccups and at speaking the creed he was trying to drill into her. Glancing about the temple and estimating how much room he had to work with, Loren reached out to his magic. There were other ways to get rid of hiccups, less pleasant but quite, quite effective ones.
Two wolves would suddenly appear, snarling and charging forward towards and snapping their teeth at the healer. The Launceleyn wasn’t trying to do anything other than scare her momentarily to shock the hiccups out of her, so he dismissed them almost immediately. ”Again.” Hopefully his magic would do the trick and Phoebe, Pim, and the blight within her wouldn’t react poorly to his little trick.
Of course, as a child he’d also been left in a stone cell and dropped off in the wilderness in the harshest of conditions to fend for himself for a while, so his thoughts about what did and did not constitute normal were a bit off.
When he finally responded his voice was just tired. ”The dragon statues are on the inside.” Well, crests, technically, crests that he’d mostly removed because they were hideous and a reminder of a past and a legacy that he was trying to reject. At her comment, his moved his already crossed arms to hug himself. ”This is the second time you’ve seen me.” She’d learn, in time, just what the summoner was capable of.
Still, even as his discomfort rose, he wasn’t going to let her get away with that paltry effort, both to get rid of the hiccups and at speaking the creed he was trying to drill into her. Glancing about the temple and estimating how much room he had to work with, Loren reached out to his magic. There were other ways to get rid of hiccups, less pleasant but quite, quite effective ones.
Two wolves would suddenly appear, snarling and charging forward towards and snapping their teeth at the healer. The Launceleyn wasn’t trying to do anything other than scare her momentarily to shock the hiccups out of her, so he dismissed them almost immediately. ”Again.” Hopefully his magic would do the trick and Phoebe, Pim, and the blight within her wouldn’t react poorly to his little trick.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
