rot at home

LOREN

As soon as Loren had realized that Abasi might be blighted after all, the Launceleyn realized his final Rose might not be safe in the Manor. That was bad enough, but the summoner also felt a growing need to plant it immediately: it was the last Rose he had, and after the encounters with Melita and Ronin, he figured he should find a safe place for it as soon as possible. The command from Vi was also urging him onward, and he could feel guilt and fear gnawing at his gut. All that made his feet swift.

The summoner had retrieved the flower from where he’d stashed it, and tucked it into his belt pouch. That done, he’d gathered his pack to plant and care for the Rose, and turned to go. Both thankfully and worryingly, no one seemed to be home; despite the fact that it was the middle of the day and during Deepfrost, there was no sign of Peter, Beatrix, Jace, Renaud, Aonghas, or Abasi. Most of those people should’ve been home (well, all of them) but at least this way Loren could get in and out quickly, without risking any awkward or dangerous encounters. He was hurrying for the stairs, hoping to be on his way without anyone being the wiser.

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