LOREN
Well, at least Roana was laughing with Loren instead of at him, so that was good. He just grinned back at her, despite the lingering awkwardness. Or maybe because of the awkwardness: it was either laugh or cry, and he was trying to do much less of the latter these days. At the mention of the god, though, the summoner sighed. ”No, no they need me to walk so I can’t plant my last Rose. I just barely have the ability to conjure objects anymore, just beasts..” Subconsciously, at the thought of Frey, his free hand came up to try and rub away the stickiness coating his chest from his divine encounter, but he only succeeded in smearing it everywhere.
At her question he bit his lip. ”Well, I wasn’t expecting any of the gods to answer, for one. They never have before, what with me being an Abandoned and all.” And given that he hadn’t been in any state to pray until recently. ”But I’ve been coming out here since Leafchange and...I don’t know. Something about the solitude appeals to me.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. ”Maybe it’s because I know if the gods smite me for being who I am, I’m less likely to take anyone else with me. But I’ll probably pray in the temple from now on. And avoid calling on Frey again.” That left only one god for the Launceleyn to pray to, Ludo. Or maybe two if he got up the courage to pray to the Voice. At her suggestion, he nodded gratefully. ”Sure will. And thanks. I appreciate the escort.” Embarrassing as this was, he felt better not being naked and alone in the woods. He gestured for Roana to take the lead. The summoner and his phoenix would follow, even if her ring did give off a more pleasant heat than his firebird.
At her question he bit his lip. ”Well, I wasn’t expecting any of the gods to answer, for one. They never have before, what with me being an Abandoned and all.” And given that he hadn’t been in any state to pray until recently. ”But I’ve been coming out here since Leafchange and...I don’t know. Something about the solitude appeals to me.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. ”Maybe it’s because I know if the gods smite me for being who I am, I’m less likely to take anyone else with me. But I’ll probably pray in the temple from now on. And avoid calling on Frey again.” That left only one god for the Launceleyn to pray to, Ludo. Or maybe two if he got up the courage to pray to the Voice. At her suggestion, he nodded gratefully. ”Sure will. And thanks. I appreciate the escort.” Embarrassing as this was, he felt better not being naked and alone in the woods. He gestured for Roana to take the lead. The summoner and his phoenix would follow, even if her ring did give off a more pleasant heat than his firebird.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
