LOREN
The banter felt good, strange as it was to admit. Loren had mostly been doing a lot of apologizing—something he wasn’t particularly good at, as Phoebe knew well—and when he wasn’t apologizing he’d been failing to explain himself or trying to get caught up. Regular conversations had been relatively scarce (not that he knew enough about friendship to know if this was a regular conversation or not. Probably not). ”Ah yes, but as a true noble I can hardly be expected to be worry about such trivialities as overeating.” He waved a wave in a vaguely foppish manner, before grinning and taking another bite of the sandwich and another sip of tea. ”Besides, you say foolish, I say determined to get better faster!”As the conversation swung around to the Launceleyn Manor the summoner’s easy manner faltered. ”Very large. And very empty these days.” Between Edy’s death, Zariah’s disappearance, Beatrix and Jace avoiding him, and Peter spending most of his days at his mysterious’ boyfriend’s place, Loren often felt as if he was the only one home. He supposed it was the god’s latest trick: just when he decided to come back they made sure everyone was gone, leaving him alone again. Well, he probably deserved it, given that he'd been the one to leave in the first place.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
