The white sheep of the family
Although Loren had apologized already, he still felt a little bad for some of the things he’d said to Bastien when the other man returned without Rexanna during LongNight. Although she had reassured the summoner that her husband likely bore the Launceleyn no ill will, he still felt bad and worried. If he was indeed going to be friends with her, he should probably make sure that Bastien didn’t hate the summoner.
Besides, the other man was sort of Loren’s patient. And seeing as the head of the Artist’s Sanctuary had an injured leg, it was probably far easier for the summoner to go to the other man. Which was enough to get the summoner moving. Astra was by his side, and he smiled and rubbed her head as she gave the mud a wary look. She’d had more than enough of it already.
Poking his head into the Sanctuary, the Launceleyn was surprised to see that something—or someone, maybe—had gotten in and...made art? It seemed to be a bit of chaos, though not necessarily in a bad way. Still, the Ascended was cleaning up. The summoner cleared his throat so as not to startle the other man. ”Bastien? It’s ah, Loren.” Loren gave Bastien a tentative smile. ”I um, came to check up on you, see how your leg was doing. And...well. Apologize again for what I said in the Temple.”
Glancing around, the Launceleyn stepped into the room. Astra did the same, peering curiously Seeing that the Ascended was putting caps back on paint cans, the summoner called upon the barest touch of magic; his telekinesis picked up every cap within range and screwed them on to the appropriate can. Belatedly, he realized he should probably ask. "Uh, can I help?" Probably, but he needed to get better at not poking his nose into everyone's business without permission.
Besides, the other man was sort of Loren’s patient. And seeing as the head of the Artist’s Sanctuary had an injured leg, it was probably far easier for the summoner to go to the other man. Which was enough to get the summoner moving. Astra was by his side, and he smiled and rubbed her head as she gave the mud a wary look. She’d had more than enough of it already.
Poking his head into the Sanctuary, the Launceleyn was surprised to see that something—or someone, maybe—had gotten in and...made art? It seemed to be a bit of chaos, though not necessarily in a bad way. Still, the Ascended was cleaning up. The summoner cleared his throat so as not to startle the other man. ”Bastien? It’s ah, Loren.” Loren gave Bastien a tentative smile. ”I um, came to check up on you, see how your leg was doing. And...well. Apologize again for what I said in the Temple.”
Glancing around, the Launceleyn stepped into the room. Astra did the same, peering curiously Seeing that the Ascended was putting caps back on paint cans, the summoner called upon the barest touch of magic; his telekinesis picked up every cap within range and screwed them on to the appropriate can. Belatedly, he realized he should probably ask. "Uh, can I help?" Probably, but he needed to get better at not poking his nose into everyone's business without permission.
Will blood tell
