LOREN
Well, the good news was the woman didn’t seem to be hunting the luxere; the bad news was, she was now fleeing from him rapidly, making her way to the trees in the distance. Loren would’ve cursed, if he could spare the breath, but running was not his strong suit, so he just conserved his energy to keep his lungs and legs pumping. Even so, he couldn’t catch up to her before she scrambled up into the canopy. Skidding to a halt, he kept a wary eye on her—and her weapons—while tucking his Rose back into his belt, where it would hopefully be safe. Astra, not even winded from their jaunt, peers out from behind the Launceleyn's back, eyes wide and wary. If Loren turned to look at his companion, he'd see that she did not like the red-headed woman. But he didn't.Needing a moment to catch his breath, the summoner examined the woman up close. She looked positively feral (and sounded it to), and the way she clung to the trees like she belonged there gave him pause. Still, it looked more like she needed his help than anything else: the only danger she posed right now was to herself. ”Miss, are you alright?” He held up his hands in a placating gesture. Of course, she couldn't know that it meant nothing to an Abandoned as powerful as him, but it often soothed even the most wild of souls.
A beggar's book
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