LOREN
Rather than responding to Oliver’s comment with words, Loren just continued radiating a steady comfort and warmth. However, curiosity twined its way in there before too long. What kind of weird stuff? He shot a glance at the fox.
Amusement bubbled up within the summoner. Right here, right now. The mark of a master of meditation is the ability to do it under any circumstances. As the other man took a breath, the Launceleyn did as well. Good. Again. Feel the way your chest expands and contracts with your breath. Splitting his focus between his own meditative state and Oliver’s was tough, but Loren managed.
Wouldn’t even a partial blockage help you not overhear things? His confusion was evident, but he sent the mental equivalent of a shrug. I remember.The image of the tiny fox clawing at a worm, its fur soon covered with gore flashed through his mind, leaving him bemused.
Amusement bubbled up within the summoner. Right here, right now. The mark of a master of meditation is the ability to do it under any circumstances. As the other man took a breath, the Launceleyn did as well. Good. Again. Feel the way your chest expands and contracts with your breath. Splitting his focus between his own meditative state and Oliver’s was tough, but Loren managed.
Wouldn’t even a partial blockage help you not overhear things? His confusion was evident, but he sent the mental equivalent of a shrug. I remember.The image of the tiny fox clawing at a worm, its fur soon covered with gore flashed through his mind, leaving him bemused.
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