LOREN
At the sound of Rexanna’s voice, Loren turned, a shy smile lingering on his lips. ”Rexanna! You came. I uh, wasn’t sure you would, given how busy you must be.” And given that he wasn't sure they were friends. Clearly he was pleased that she’d actually come out given how little information he’d provided in his note. Still, he was pretty busy himself, and hadn’t had time to draft a full letter. Besides, some things were better said face to face. That was probably true for most of what he wanted to talk about tonight.As the blue-eyed woman thanked him both for inviting her out and for his assistance with the wedding, he shrugged, embarrassed, but touched, by her gratitude. ’You’re welcome. But it was the least I could do, really. How’re you feeling? About the wedding, that is.” It was rapidly approaching, a bright spot in the midst of the darkness of Deepfrost. The shadow of the blight just made it sweeter that Rexanna and Bastien were getting married. The people of the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood needed to find what joy they could, with everything going on.
Actually, the summoner didn’t just ask Rexanna out here to test out whether others could summon the Spark Bird. There was something he had to offer, something that Remi had mentioned that Rexanna might be interested in. ”Speaking of the wedding, I uh, learned something recently.” Rubbing his hands together in a nervous gesture, he peered at the bride-to-be, wondering how she’d react to Loren’s offer. ”I was meeting with Remi, and he said that healing magic could get rid of scars, sometimes, and ah, I was thinking about that and uh…” Trailing off, he gave her a sheepish look. ”Your ah...collarbone.” It was easier to say that then to bring up the brand; though the summoner hadn’t commented on it in their previous encounters, he’d obviously noticed it. Hopefully the blue-eyed woman would understand what the Launceleyn was saying.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
