They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Thankfully, Deimos didn’t actually attack, which Loren had been half-worried the other man might. If it had come down to a fight between the two of them, the Launceleyn didn’t like his chances; his skills, while quite potent under certain circumstances, weren’t the best suited for a fight, while it was clear the warrior was no stranger to combat. However, it did appear that the summoner wasn’t quite out of the woods yet, both literally and metaphorically speaking.
Although the other man’s request was fairly innocuous, the Launceleyn hesitated. He still wasn’t used to showing his magic off around other people: the few who’d seen him in action seemed weirdly awed, and that wasn’t something he was fully comfortable with. Still, he’d have to get over that if he was going to change people’s perceptions of him and his family. ”I’d rather test that particular limit somewhere safer, if you don’t mind. It leaves me tired, and I’d hate to be exhausted and drained of magic so far from home.” His tone was apologetic, even though the librarian knew he didn’t really have anything to be sorry for. At the second request, however, the Launceleyn’s brow furrowed. He knew of kitsune—the mischievous fox spirits were quite popular among his fellows back in Northaven—but had never called one himself.
Instead of answering with his words, Loren decided to answer with his actions. It was easy enough to picture a fox with multiple tails and an otherworldly presence. While Loren doubted he could manifest the powers some kitsune were rumored to possess, the creature itself popped into being: five-tailed, every fur perfect. It stood before the two others, regarding Deimos and Zuriel with cool eyes. Of course, it was simply a construct of the Launceleyn’s magic and imagination, but it looked and appeared real enough.
Although the other man’s request was fairly innocuous, the Launceleyn hesitated. He still wasn’t used to showing his magic off around other people: the few who’d seen him in action seemed weirdly awed, and that wasn’t something he was fully comfortable with. Still, he’d have to get over that if he was going to change people’s perceptions of him and his family. ”I’d rather test that particular limit somewhere safer, if you don’t mind. It leaves me tired, and I’d hate to be exhausted and drained of magic so far from home.” His tone was apologetic, even though the librarian knew he didn’t really have anything to be sorry for. At the second request, however, the Launceleyn’s brow furrowed. He knew of kitsune—the mischievous fox spirits were quite popular among his fellows back in Northaven—but had never called one himself.
Instead of answering with his words, Loren decided to answer with his actions. It was easy enough to picture a fox with multiple tails and an otherworldly presence. While Loren doubted he could manifest the powers some kitsune were rumored to possess, the creature itself popped into being: five-tailed, every fur perfect. It stood before the two others, regarding Deimos and Zuriel with cool eyes. Of course, it was simply a construct of the Launceleyn’s magic and imagination, but it looked and appeared real enough.
LOREN
