loren
Loren had shifted fully to a honey badger, of course. Then, however, people were speaking to him, and unfortunately they weren’t all people he could speak with just using his mind (stupid Bastien). So the summoner shifted back to human with a frown. Then, though, his eyes widened as his fingers, as if sensing his displeasure, shifted into claws. Nothing else, just his fingers. Neat. His smile certainly betrayed how cool he thought that was.
However, it disappeared at Oliver’s question. Glancing over at the Launceleyn’s houseguest, Loren shrugged. ”Not really. Art’s not my thing.” He shot Oliver an apologetic smile.
A smile the summoner turned on Bastien soon enough. Shrugging, the Launceleyn continued to carve his phoenix. ”I just like phoenixes.” Then, though, Loren sighed. ”That’s probably not a sufficient answer, so, the reason I like them is because they symbolize rebirth. Renewal. Resurrection. Second chances, and the purification of an old form to make way for a new one.” Flushing slightly, he turned his attention fully back to his work.
However, it disappeared at Oliver’s question. Glancing over at the Launceleyn’s houseguest, Loren shrugged. ”Not really. Art’s not my thing.” He shot Oliver an apologetic smile.
A smile the summoner turned on Bastien soon enough. Shrugging, the Launceleyn continued to carve his phoenix. ”I just like phoenixes.” Then, though, Loren sighed. ”That’s probably not a sufficient answer, so, the reason I like them is because they symbolize rebirth. Renewal. Resurrection. Second chances, and the purification of an old form to make way for a new one.” Flushing slightly, he turned his attention fully back to his work.
Never judge a book by its cover.
