They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Given how people usually reacted to Loren’s magic, he probably should’ve predicted Granger’s response. However, the summoner still wasn’t used to being anything special, so he forgot how others saw him: this mere mortal that had the ability to call beasts of legend into the world at the drop of a hat. Glancing up, he smiled briefly at the phoenix before returning his attention to the boy. ”I’m glad to hear that. But many have been afflicted, and the more people who plant flowers, the faster they’ll be cured. And maybe the gods will reward your service.” He wasn’t at all sure about that last point, but it seemed right to him. However, he wouldn't force the boy to do anything.
When Granger grabbed the Launceleyn’s hands he was too surprised to move out of the way. However, that didn’t stop him from having to claw back his instinctual response to have the phoenix dive-bomb the boy; Loren didn’t like being touched (for now) and he didn’t like surprises and this was both. However, it helped that Granger was so young and that the summoner could see the eagerness in the boy’s eyes. The Launceleyn just wished he had a better reply to give.
The sniffing was the last straw, though, and gently Loren would attempt to extract his hands from the boy’s grip. ”I’m the only summoner in the Hollowed Grounds powerful enough to call upon mythical creatures, so that’s probably why you haven’t seen something like this before.” The Launceleyn figured that would be meaningless to Granger, but Loren was mostly trying to buy time. He searched the boy’s face—the awed look on it made the summoner uncomfortable—searching for some sign of magic there.
He hated to crush dreams, but this power was innate and couldn’t be trained. ”I don’t know if you can learn or not. Do you have any magic of your own?” If Granger didn’t, he was probably out of luck. However, even then there might be a chance: Remi had developed magical abilities so there was a chance the boy could do so as well. However, Loren didn’t know how the alchemist had done so, and he wasn’t going to ask any time soon.
When Granger grabbed the Launceleyn’s hands he was too surprised to move out of the way. However, that didn’t stop him from having to claw back his instinctual response to have the phoenix dive-bomb the boy; Loren didn’t like being touched (for now) and he didn’t like surprises and this was both. However, it helped that Granger was so young and that the summoner could see the eagerness in the boy’s eyes. The Launceleyn just wished he had a better reply to give.
The sniffing was the last straw, though, and gently Loren would attempt to extract his hands from the boy’s grip. ”I’m the only summoner in the Hollowed Grounds powerful enough to call upon mythical creatures, so that’s probably why you haven’t seen something like this before.” The Launceleyn figured that would be meaningless to Granger, but Loren was mostly trying to buy time. He searched the boy’s face—the awed look on it made the summoner uncomfortable—searching for some sign of magic there.
He hated to crush dreams, but this power was innate and couldn’t be trained. ”I don’t know if you can learn or not. Do you have any magic of your own?” If Granger didn’t, he was probably out of luck. However, even then there might be a chance: Remi had developed magical abilities so there was a chance the boy could do so as well. However, Loren didn’t know how the alchemist had done so, and he wasn’t going to ask any time soon.
LOREN
