wedding bell blues

Loren sighed, suddenly, the tension draining out of him in a rush. ”No. They’re not.” Glancing away, he felt his foot tap against the floor. ”You have your friends. Your organization. A full community of people who want to support you.” Finally he looked back at Sunjata. ”Don’t lose that. Or lose sight of it.” The summoner’s voice was quiet. Clasping his hands in his lap, he bit his lip. ”The only person who wants you to suffer is you. And magic is only as good as the person wielding it.” There was a great deal of sorrow and exhaustion in his voice. ”If I know what’s wrong, I can help.” Foot still tapping, he finally stilled it. ”You should at least spare her from getting you a suit. And what tradition? I won’t stop it, I just want to make sure someone other than you is prepared when things go sideways.” The Launceleyn tilted his head and gave the bartender a pointed stare. LOREN Not quite an open book