They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
As Loren listened to Sunjata’s explanation of his past, a faint smile haunted the summoners’s lips. Seemed that the other man had found a way to carve a space for himself in a way the summoner never had, though not for lack of trying. Still, given how few Launceleyns there were remaining, perhaps he’d finally have the chance to find out who he was without them. ”It does sound like you’ve got quite a few tales to spin. And I guess your father didn’t know you that well.” Drumming his fingers on the table, Loren remained silent for a long moment. ”Were the rules that bad, then?” The summoner had grown up and lived with the threat that his life would be forfeit if he ignored the orders of anyone of royal blood, which meant he had probably the strictest and most horrible childhood imaginable. So he could easily imagine joining a rebellion.
He’d just never been able to find one that would accept him and that he, in turn, could accept.
”Huh. Weird. That doesn’t sound like any of the other encounters with Frey I’ve heard about.” Still, he had no reason to doubt the other man’s words: Sunjata was an accepted, after all, so perhaps the deity had given the other man special dispensation. As the conversation moved on towards the ocean and Northaven, Loren gave Sunjata a sympathetic look. If the Launcelen had been an illusionist like many of his relatives then maybe he could’ve conjured an image of the waves and the scent of the briny deeps. But his talents lay elsewhere and all he had to offer were empty platitudes. ”Maybe one day you will.” They still didn’t know what lay beyond these lands, though none of them knew if any of them would even live through Deepfrost.
At the mention of the wall, Loren snorted. ”It was. Especially because it was supposed to keep the danger out, and then one day a giant monster just smashed through it like it wasn’t even there.” He still vividly remembered the horror of that day: the boom, like the loudest thunder ever, the screams, the not knowing if his kin and those he cared about were safe. A shiver passed down his spine as he recalled how he'd desperately pelted through the halls, looking for missing faces.
He’d just never been able to find one that would accept him and that he, in turn, could accept.
”Huh. Weird. That doesn’t sound like any of the other encounters with Frey I’ve heard about.” Still, he had no reason to doubt the other man’s words: Sunjata was an accepted, after all, so perhaps the deity had given the other man special dispensation. As the conversation moved on towards the ocean and Northaven, Loren gave Sunjata a sympathetic look. If the Launcelen had been an illusionist like many of his relatives then maybe he could’ve conjured an image of the waves and the scent of the briny deeps. But his talents lay elsewhere and all he had to offer were empty platitudes. ”Maybe one day you will.” They still didn’t know what lay beyond these lands, though none of them knew if any of them would even live through Deepfrost.
At the mention of the wall, Loren snorted. ”It was. Especially because it was supposed to keep the danger out, and then one day a giant monster just smashed through it like it wasn’t even there.” He still vividly remembered the horror of that day: the boom, like the loudest thunder ever, the screams, the not knowing if his kin and those he cared about were safe. A shiver passed down his spine as he recalled how he'd desperately pelted through the halls, looking for missing faces.
LOREN
