They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
When the Fae woman forgave him for staring, Loren smiled at her. ”I can see why, and I can’t say I blame them.” Maybe the flattery was a bit thick, but seeing as this was his first encounter with the winged women, he thought it was entirely appropriate. The Fae laughed, so he hoped all was completely forgiven. ”I’m Loren. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Once more, he was distracted by the increasingly insistent herd, and he laughed when he realized his hands were empty again. Kneeling down, he pulled more hay and apples out, trying to make sure they got to the eager mouths all around. Concentration shattered, his peacocks winked out of existence, but none of the wonderful creatures circling him seemed to mind their absence. Apparently Loren had earned their trust, hard as that was to believe. The one curled up at his feet rubbed her head against his leg, and when he had a moment he reached down to stroke her incredibly soft fur behind her ears. Her eyes closed in pleasure and he grinned at the sight.
Perhaps it was because he was tending to the luxere, but the summoner wasn’t at all prepared for what the woman said next. He blinked at her question, completely flummoxed by it. ”Uh, no. Do you?” It was probably the worst response he could’ve given at the moment, but honestly he didn’t know if the Fae could be blighted or not, and he was still so floored that she’d asked him about it that his mind wasn’t controlling his tongue as well as it should have. Flushing, he gave her an embarrassed and apologetic look. ”Sorry, that was rude.” Hopefully he hadn’t just made everything worse between his people and the Fae.
Once more, he was distracted by the increasingly insistent herd, and he laughed when he realized his hands were empty again. Kneeling down, he pulled more hay and apples out, trying to make sure they got to the eager mouths all around. Concentration shattered, his peacocks winked out of existence, but none of the wonderful creatures circling him seemed to mind their absence. Apparently Loren had earned their trust, hard as that was to believe. The one curled up at his feet rubbed her head against his leg, and when he had a moment he reached down to stroke her incredibly soft fur behind her ears. Her eyes closed in pleasure and he grinned at the sight.
Perhaps it was because he was tending to the luxere, but the summoner wasn’t at all prepared for what the woman said next. He blinked at her question, completely flummoxed by it. ”Uh, no. Do you?” It was probably the worst response he could’ve given at the moment, but honestly he didn’t know if the Fae could be blighted or not, and he was still so floored that she’d asked him about it that his mind wasn’t controlling his tongue as well as it should have. Flushing, he gave her an embarrassed and apologetic look. ”Sorry, that was rude.” Hopefully he hadn’t just made everything worse between his people and the Fae.
LOREN
