LOREN
As soon as the thorn pricked the woman’s skin, Loren floated the flower down to his hand and held it there. Simultaneously, he ordered the siren to stop singing; the creature’s mouth closed and only then did the summoner take out a single earplug. It was just in time to catch the red-head’s mumbled apology. Though the Launceleyn didn’t know if his Rose had worked, or why the woman was speaking, he hoped and prayed that it did. That didn't mean he was going to be reckless; the siren was staying out until he was absolutely certain the Rose's magic had worked as intended.”Hey, no, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault.” He kept his voice low and soothing, though he still eyed her warily. ”What’s your name?” The precarious way she was balanced on the branch began to worry him, and he decided to see if he could coax her to the ground. ”Do you mind coming down from there?” Although Loren had many talents, none of them really extended to catching a falling woman. At least they didn’t while he already had an active summon out.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
