loren
Yeah, Loren had been practicing magic all his life. Time, practice, and experience weren’t the problem: the problem was that Loren’s mental state was so poor these days that he could feel his magic leaking out, desperately seeking any outlet it could find. ”I’ll get a handle on it.” Returning Jigano’s bow, the summoner dismissed the phoenix. ”You too.” Hopefully, the bard’s words would prove to be prophetic, and they would indeed see each other again. However, the Launceleyn was pretty sure that LongNight wouldn’t respect any of their hopes, dreams, wishes, or prayers. Astra said goodbye to Isuma, nuzzling against the griffin before returning to Loren's side. His fingers found her fur, and scratched behind her ears, before sighing, and getting back to work.
Never judge a book by its cover.
