LOREN
Well, this was all news to Loren, and he wasn’t quite sure he understood all of it. Still, he smiled at Delphia. It seemed fine that her assignment was to wipe away the lingering trauma of the trapped dead. ”You can feel and see it, but how do you actually heal something like that? And why can’t Ludo do it?” Maybe the answers were simple, but the Launceleyn didn’t know how or why something like that would be accomplished, even by a demi-god child of Mort.
She’d been warned, so the summoner just nodded at her. However, he shook his head at her next assertion, shifting the horse to a cat making it seem like it was a deliberate change and not just this writer failing to track posts. ”I’m an Abandoned, yes. But my world didn’t have gods, so I’m not beating myself up for lacking something that I never had.” That was a bit confusing, but he grinned at her, hoping she’d understand. ”Besides, I’ve met Frey twice, and while it was fun, I don’t feel that I need to be devoted to them.” Nor did Loren necessarily think the god of love wanted or demanded that of him.
It was easy enough to let the conversation about mud slide (pun intended). He was far more interested in listening to Delphia talk about the gods anyway. ”I see.” He didn’t, really: if it wasn’t love as they comprehended it, then it wasn’t really love to him. Again, though they’d gone over perceptions of the world and he didn’t really want to hear her tell him to open his mind again.
She’d been warned, so the summoner just nodded at her. However, he shook his head at her next assertion, shifting the horse to a cat making it seem like it was a deliberate change and not just this writer failing to track posts. ”I’m an Abandoned, yes. But my world didn’t have gods, so I’m not beating myself up for lacking something that I never had.” That was a bit confusing, but he grinned at her, hoping she’d understand. ”Besides, I’ve met Frey twice, and while it was fun, I don’t feel that I need to be devoted to them.” Nor did Loren necessarily think the god of love wanted or demanded that of him.
It was easy enough to let the conversation about mud slide (pun intended). He was far more interested in listening to Delphia talk about the gods anyway. ”I see.” He didn’t, really: if it wasn’t love as they comprehended it, then it wasn’t really love to him. Again, though they’d gone over perceptions of the world and he didn’t really want to hear her tell him to open his mind again.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
