LOREN
”I’ve had a lot of good advice thrown at me recently, so I’ve gotten decent at knowing it when I hear it.” And Loren had even more practice throwing up and taking off facades. Partially, it was a function of nominally being a spy and having one for a father, but mostly the summoner had hidden who he was for so long that he’d developed personas for pretty much every situation. They still came in handy, it seemed.
As Pim came over to the healer, the dragon grumbling all the while, the Launceleyn smiled briefly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. ”He’s not the only one.” Strange as it was to someone who’d grown up in a family of mages—and who’d come from Northaven, where magic was much more common—summoning was an almost completely unknown art. Indeed, Loren seemed to be the strongest at that particular magic in the Hollowed Grounds, though from his encounter with the Fae he was pretty sure they had some who could challenge him.
He wasn't used to being the best at anything, and something about it bothered him.
As Pim came over to the healer, the dragon grumbling all the while, the Launceleyn smiled briefly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. ”He’s not the only one.” Strange as it was to someone who’d grown up in a family of mages—and who’d come from Northaven, where magic was much more common—summoning was an almost completely unknown art. Indeed, Loren seemed to be the strongest at that particular magic in the Hollowed Grounds, though from his encounter with the Fae he was pretty sure they had some who could challenge him.
He wasn't used to being the best at anything, and something about it bothered him.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
