LOREN
It seemed that, like Caido, Abasi’s former world had quite complicated and often contradictory stories about the gods and their origins. Indeed, while everyone agreed that The Voice was a former Abandoned who’d grown strong enough to challenge the old gods, what Loren hadn’t heard or seen proof of was who struck the first blow in the war. Indeed, it seemed just as likely that the old gods hadn’t liked anyone else challenging their authority as it was that the new ones immediately fought back. And if the new gods had struck first, well, it wasn’t as if the old gods were always kind to mortals.
Still, it didn’t seem prudent to mention any of that, even far away from a shrine in the safety of his own home. Instead, the summoner just focused on the other man’s words. It was rare for someone else to be speaking rather than the Launceleyn, so he just enjoyed the change while it lasted. ”Which origin story is your favorite?” Abasi seemed to know quite a bit about the gods of his land—which sounded a little too close to the gods of this world for the summoner’s comfort—and as long as the other man didn’t get upset, Loren saw no reason not to keep asking about them. However, even among the gods of other worlds it seemed that not all was well. ”For a while? What happened?”
Abasi didn’t comment on the god’s of Caido, which Loren was almost grateful for. It spared him having to talk about Frey. However, talking about his appearance and his feelings wasn’t much better. Slipping the bracelet off, he spun it in his fingers while he considered his response. ”I don’t know that it’s that simple for me.” Changing his outward demeanor and looks had never been the Launceleyn’s problem. Indeed, he’d even erased all his scars, to no avail. It had been changing how he felt inside that had proven impossible. ”So that’s a no to the clothes, then? And I don’t know what kohl is, but my cousins might have left some cosmetics behind, if you want to take a look.” They probably had something black if the other man wanted to trace around his eyes.
The look on the other man’s face when the Launceleyn brought up LongNight, however, made him smile a bit sadly. He recognized the weariness on Abasi’s features as a twin to the bone-deep one Loren felt. ”I’d welcome your company." He was surprised to find that he meant it. "As for who else to follow, well, there are always the gods. Many seem to place their trust in them rather than mortal authorities. However, there is a king and a queen here, if you’d rather follow rulers who are a bit more relatable and answer when you call. Well, mostly.” Indeed, neither Wessex nor Ronin were around as much as anyone would like. And when they were, they didn’t act as many would hope, the summoner included.
Still, it didn’t seem prudent to mention any of that, even far away from a shrine in the safety of his own home. Instead, the summoner just focused on the other man’s words. It was rare for someone else to be speaking rather than the Launceleyn, so he just enjoyed the change while it lasted. ”Which origin story is your favorite?” Abasi seemed to know quite a bit about the gods of his land—which sounded a little too close to the gods of this world for the summoner’s comfort—and as long as the other man didn’t get upset, Loren saw no reason not to keep asking about them. However, even among the gods of other worlds it seemed that not all was well. ”For a while? What happened?”
Abasi didn’t comment on the god’s of Caido, which Loren was almost grateful for. It spared him having to talk about Frey. However, talking about his appearance and his feelings wasn’t much better. Slipping the bracelet off, he spun it in his fingers while he considered his response. ”I don’t know that it’s that simple for me.” Changing his outward demeanor and looks had never been the Launceleyn’s problem. Indeed, he’d even erased all his scars, to no avail. It had been changing how he felt inside that had proven impossible. ”So that’s a no to the clothes, then? And I don’t know what kohl is, but my cousins might have left some cosmetics behind, if you want to take a look.” They probably had something black if the other man wanted to trace around his eyes.
The look on the other man’s face when the Launceleyn brought up LongNight, however, made him smile a bit sadly. He recognized the weariness on Abasi’s features as a twin to the bone-deep one Loren felt. ”I’d welcome your company." He was surprised to find that he meant it. "As for who else to follow, well, there are always the gods. Many seem to place their trust in them rather than mortal authorities. However, there is a king and a queen here, if you’d rather follow rulers who are a bit more relatable and answer when you call. Well, mostly.” Indeed, neither Wessex nor Ronin were around as much as anyone would like. And when they were, they didn’t act as many would hope, the summoner included.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
