They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Well, Loren could hardly fault Sunjata for picking up on the innuendo the Launceleyn had just left lying there. Still, the laughter sounded good in his ears, and the corner of the librarian’s lips quirked upwards ever so slightly. As the other man indicated that he’d waste away in the Rathskellar with no company the summoner gives him a sympathetic look. ”What, the spiders aren’t company enough for you? Shocking. I find them to be better conversationalists than most people.” It felt weird to be joking around like this with a near stranger, but after all the awkward reunions and harsh words he’d exchanged with pretty much everyone else (excluding Rexanna), Loren was honestly relieved to be doing something so normal.
Edy helping people build something did not sound like the cousin Loren remembered. ”Was it built out of sex toys or something?” The summoner’s voice carried an honest curiosity: she was much more likely to burn things the ground than she was to raise them from the ground up. Then, however, Sunjata mentioned Edy’s touch and the librarian nodded. That was much more like her. ”She certainly had a knack for fanning the flames.” Both literal, magical, and metaphorical flames of passion, that was.
Shaking his head at the question, Loren smiled slightly. ”Thanks, but the company is enough for now.” Not really wanting to get into the fact that the Launceleyn didn’t drink for a variety of very good reasons—not least of which was his tendency to start bar brawls, summon monsters to wreak havoc, then sleep with his friends (plus his tolerance was shot), and not necessarily in that order—the summoner decided to see what was on Sunjata’s mind. ”So, what brought you down here?” Seemed that it was something more than spiders and wine and the presence of a stranger.
Edy helping people build something did not sound like the cousin Loren remembered. ”Was it built out of sex toys or something?” The summoner’s voice carried an honest curiosity: she was much more likely to burn things the ground than she was to raise them from the ground up. Then, however, Sunjata mentioned Edy’s touch and the librarian nodded. That was much more like her. ”She certainly had a knack for fanning the flames.” Both literal, magical, and metaphorical flames of passion, that was.
Shaking his head at the question, Loren smiled slightly. ”Thanks, but the company is enough for now.” Not really wanting to get into the fact that the Launceleyn didn’t drink for a variety of very good reasons—not least of which was his tendency to start bar brawls, summon monsters to wreak havoc, then sleep with his friends (plus his tolerance was shot), and not necessarily in that order—the summoner decided to see what was on Sunjata’s mind. ”So, what brought you down here?” Seemed that it was something more than spiders and wine and the presence of a stranger.
LOREN
