They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
After Loren’s encounter with Frey, the command from the gods to plant his final Rose hadn’t stopped ringing in his ears, and it had joined the order from Vi to do the same. So, once he’d recovered from that night, Loren had taken his flower and gone out into the snowy Deepfrost. The only reason the Launceleyn hadn’t done this already was because he’d been trying to think about the best and most hidden place to put the Rose to keep it safe from the blighted.
But after his encounters with Ronin, Melita, and Abasi, the summoner knew that there was no place he could hide the Rose. So he decided to take a different approach entirely. Loren was going to plant his in the very heart of the Sanctuary. Though the blighted had been seen there, it was well-populated at all hours, and someone would respond to a disturbance quickly enough. So instead of trying to keep the precious bloom safe through stealth, the Launceleyn was going to keep it safe through strength of arms. It was the way of his family, and he was a little worried about how easily he embraced it. Still, desperate times and all that.
Besides, with all the horror and chaos all around them, Loren felt they could all use a reminder of exactly what they were all striving for. The Rose—besides being a miracle cure, which was the most important part of it—was beautiful, and a living symbol that the gods had not completely abandoned them to their plight, not even the Abandoned. So the summoner had constructed, with his hands and his magic and the kindness of strangers on similar quests and of similar minds, a large flower box, filled with dirt and empty of anything else for now. But not for long. Though it was evening by the time he finally finished his work, he wasn't quite done yet.
The Launceleyn knelt in the exact center and scraped away a small hole with his hands, before reverently taking his Rose out from his pack and holding it for a brief moment, before placing it into the earth where it belonged.
But after his encounters with Ronin, Melita, and Abasi, the summoner knew that there was no place he could hide the Rose. So he decided to take a different approach entirely. Loren was going to plant his in the very heart of the Sanctuary. Though the blighted had been seen there, it was well-populated at all hours, and someone would respond to a disturbance quickly enough. So instead of trying to keep the precious bloom safe through stealth, the Launceleyn was going to keep it safe through strength of arms. It was the way of his family, and he was a little worried about how easily he embraced it. Still, desperate times and all that.
Besides, with all the horror and chaos all around them, Loren felt they could all use a reminder of exactly what they were all striving for. The Rose—besides being a miracle cure, which was the most important part of it—was beautiful, and a living symbol that the gods had not completely abandoned them to their plight, not even the Abandoned. So the summoner had constructed, with his hands and his magic and the kindness of strangers on similar quests and of similar minds, a large flower box, filled with dirt and empty of anything else for now. But not for long. Though it was evening by the time he finally finished his work, he wasn't quite done yet.
The Launceleyn knelt in the exact center and scraped away a small hole with his hands, before reverently taking his Rose out from his pack and holding it for a brief moment, before placing it into the earth where it belonged.
LOREN
