They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
”I’m, ah, friends with Rexanna.” Loren hoped she wouldn’t mind him making that claim. ”And I saw the invitation on the notice board.” Bastien had an easy manner about him, one that Loren could never possibly hope to emulate. Indeed, even with the now lively music—that was a neat trick, one the summoner would’ve loved to find out more about—the librarian mostly stood there, awkwardly shifting his weight from one side to the other. That only grew worse when Kiada mentioned that she was Rexanna’s daughter. The Launceleyn glanced over at Kiada for just a moment, then pointedly turned his back to the two of them. While he couldn’t exactly give them space, he could at least give them the illusion of privacy. Instead, he watches the small deer creature with a faint smile on his lips. However, when Kiada speaks in another tongue, the summoner can’t help looking over at her again.
Loren wasn’t entirely sure what Bastien meant by that comment, so he paused, brush floating in mid-air; a few drops of paint tried to escape it and he idly forced them back with his magic. His telekinesis was quite limited, so he reached out to grasp the brush, intending to switch up his strategy. ”No, not connected guests.” In fact, the Launceleyn wasn’t entirely sure he was invited. Oh, sure the notice had said everyone was welcome, but given everything the summoner had done to the people of the Hollowed Grounds he wasn’t sure his presence would be appropriate for the festive occasion. Looking between the two, the summoner bit his lip. ”I’m going to summon something, so don’t be startled.” With that, he focuses his will and his magic for just a moment.
A golem made of rocks and his mind popped into existence right next to him: Loren had been sure to pick a spot where it wouldn’t damage anything. It was slightly larger than a man, but not that much. At the summoner’s direction, it bent down and picked up two brushes, one colored with warm colors and another with cool. It brought them up to two different decorations at once, and Loren instructed it to paint as beautiful as he could imagine, his brow furrowed in concentration. Thankfully, even despite its rough features, its hands moved dexterously enough.
Loren wasn’t entirely sure what Bastien meant by that comment, so he paused, brush floating in mid-air; a few drops of paint tried to escape it and he idly forced them back with his magic. His telekinesis was quite limited, so he reached out to grasp the brush, intending to switch up his strategy. ”No, not connected guests.” In fact, the Launceleyn wasn’t entirely sure he was invited. Oh, sure the notice had said everyone was welcome, but given everything the summoner had done to the people of the Hollowed Grounds he wasn’t sure his presence would be appropriate for the festive occasion. Looking between the two, the summoner bit his lip. ”I’m going to summon something, so don’t be startled.” With that, he focuses his will and his magic for just a moment.
A golem made of rocks and his mind popped into existence right next to him: Loren had been sure to pick a spot where it wouldn’t damage anything. It was slightly larger than a man, but not that much. At the summoner’s direction, it bent down and picked up two brushes, one colored with warm colors and another with cool. It brought them up to two different decorations at once, and Loren instructed it to paint as beautiful as he could imagine, his brow furrowed in concentration. Thankfully, even despite its rough features, its hands moved dexterously enough.
LOREN
