there's light at the edge of the darkness
Ah, well the summoner couldn’t exactly blame Jyoti for her reluctance. He didn’t love them that much either, but he was used to much more cramped quarters and much less freedom of movement, so the underground felt positively spacious to him. That was a depressing thought, so he banished it from his mind. He had company. While he wasn't sure if they were friends, at least Amalia was being pleasant.
He simply nodded in acknowledgement of the baker’s statement about the starwhale, then grinned as the cardinal hopped onto his finger and Amalia reached out to scratch Astra, who obviously tilted her head to give the baker better access. As Amalia explained that this was not actually a cardinal—or well, not just a cardinal—Loren found himself blushing, given how he’d greeted the other man. ”Oh! I see. Uh, nice to meet you Ianto.” He couldn’t help the embarrassed tone that stole over him.
Just about then, a foul aroma wafted into the air. Instinctively, Loren pinched his nose with his free hand and looked around for the source: however, then he had two free hands as Ianto plummeted off the summoner’s finger, apparently knocked totally unconscious by the odor. As Amalia spoke, Loren barely paid attention, too busy trying to catch the falling Attuned. Holding his breath, his hands darted forward; however, he didn’t trust his physical ability, so he tried to use his telekinesis to slow the other man’s descent and maneuver him into the Launceleyn’s hands. If he was successful, he’d send a pulse of healing magic through the cardinal, hoping that would revive Ianto. If not, well, hopefully the summoner could heal the other man from the fall.
All the while, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the Prince. He’d caught that much, and could only assume this miasma had come from the prototype Ascended. However, he knew very little about what to suspect, so he was more than willing to let Amalia take the lead here.
He simply nodded in acknowledgement of the baker’s statement about the starwhale, then grinned as the cardinal hopped onto his finger and Amalia reached out to scratch Astra, who obviously tilted her head to give the baker better access. As Amalia explained that this was not actually a cardinal—or well, not just a cardinal—Loren found himself blushing, given how he’d greeted the other man. ”Oh! I see. Uh, nice to meet you Ianto.” He couldn’t help the embarrassed tone that stole over him.
Just about then, a foul aroma wafted into the air. Instinctively, Loren pinched his nose with his free hand and looked around for the source: however, then he had two free hands as Ianto plummeted off the summoner’s finger, apparently knocked totally unconscious by the odor. As Amalia spoke, Loren barely paid attention, too busy trying to catch the falling Attuned. Holding his breath, his hands darted forward; however, he didn’t trust his physical ability, so he tried to use his telekinesis to slow the other man’s descent and maneuver him into the Launceleyn’s hands. If he was successful, he’d send a pulse of healing magic through the cardinal, hoping that would revive Ianto. If not, well, hopefully the summoner could heal the other man from the fall.
All the while, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the Prince. He’d caught that much, and could only assume this miasma had come from the prototype Ascended. However, he knew very little about what to suspect, so he was more than willing to let Amalia take the lead here.
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