LOREN
Loren had come out to feed and sing to the herds of luxere once more, his pack stuffed with hay and apples. After this task was done, he had another job to do—the flower tucked into his belt was evidence of that—but after that harrowing experience with Ronin at the Spire, the Launceleyn was trying to figure out the best place to plant his remaining two blossoms. Well, one blossom, since the summoner knew one would have to go to a tree at the heart of the Greatwood. Unfortunately, the librarian was not good at navigating that forest yet, and was still more than a little afraid that the fae would intercept him. That meant he was putting off that particular Rose until he could find a guide.As he’d suspected, the luxere (which were becoming used to his presence), were fascinated by the Rose. It was magic and life and light, everything they seemed to enjoy, although thankfully none of them tried to eat the red and gold flower. Of course, Astra, who was frolicking and mingling with her larger and wild cousins, liked it, so the Launceleyn couldn’t say he was surprised by their reaction. While he was risking one of the blighted stumbling upon him, wearing the flower so openly, he didn’t think they’d come near the luxere, even if their light had no affect on the disease. However, even if someone did show up, that might not be the worst thing in the world. Of those in the Hollowed Grounds, the summoner might be one of the best equipped to deal with that particular situation.
Singing what was essentially a nonsense song (the luxere liked music, but weren’t particular about what it was), the Launceleyn held out an apple for a particularly eager luxere, which snuffed, and licked his palm as it consumed the treat. After it brushed against him, he smiled at it and then bent down to grab some hay; his supplies were running low, but he wouldn’t stop until he’d fed every last member of the herd or he finally ran out of food.
Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe near the luxere was the safest place for the plant. No one would really think to look for it out here, and it would be hidden among the other plants that still lingered despite the snow. With that thought in mind, he paused in spoiling the herd, and knelt down, digging a small hole in the ground.
Melita
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
