They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren nodded at Jiao’s comment. ”I think I do too.” There was precious little of it in his life, so he had to find it where he could, in the herd of luxere he just fed and the wonder at finally meeting one of the Fae. As she spoke of her home, the summoner gave her a curious look. ”I’ve never been to Sidhe, to be honest. Though I’m sorry you find it drab during Deepfrost. I’m sure it’s lovelier than the Hollowed Grounds, however, regardless of the season.” Granted, that was a low bar: the landscape was mostly desolate and grey here except for in a few special locations, and most of the people dressed as he did in plain, but utilitarian garb. Of course, it was practical, because bright, vibrant colors would just get dirty, but maybe Jiao had a very different set of priorities than the Launceleyn did.
As the light caught her wings, Loren stared at them with awe, before he realized once again that was rude. Running a sheepish hand through his hair, he thought about her question. ”I don’t know, actually. I’ve never tried.” He couldn’t help the hint of nervousness he felt at the thought. It was one thing to use his magic in battle or to heal; it was quite another to use it to lift himself into the sky. Granted, he couldn’t do it under his own power, and would have to summon something, and he wasn’t sure he trusted his energy not to run out. But in theory he could do it.
Flying had always been a dream. But it had been a shared dream, with Remi, and Loren couldn’t help but feel a little wistful at the memory and the knowledge that he’d never share that dream with the alchemist again future manticore flights notwithstanding.
As the light caught her wings, Loren stared at them with awe, before he realized once again that was rude. Running a sheepish hand through his hair, he thought about her question. ”I don’t know, actually. I’ve never tried.” He couldn’t help the hint of nervousness he felt at the thought. It was one thing to use his magic in battle or to heal; it was quite another to use it to lift himself into the sky. Granted, he couldn’t do it under his own power, and would have to summon something, and he wasn’t sure he trusted his energy not to run out. But in theory he could do it.
Flying had always been a dream. But it had been a shared dream, with Remi, and Loren couldn’t help but feel a little wistful at the memory and the knowledge that he’d never share that dream with the alchemist again future manticore flights notwithstanding.
LOREN
