loren
Well, that was unexpected: instead of some monster, there was just a woman. Loren felt a little silly, and immediately took out his earplugs. And then, since Deimos rationed out words like each syllable hurt him, the Launceleyn turned on the ducal charm. While he wasn’t really diplomatic or friendly, especially not these days, he was really good at faking it. Stepping away from the tree, he held up his hands in a reassuring gesture. ”Actually, we’re trying to see if there’s anything we can do to help them, miss. I saw the mate was injured, and I have some healing magic, but I wasn’t sure if I could get close enough to touch them.” He gave the woman a gentle smile.
As his eyes flicked toward the luxere who was backing away from the general and the summoner, he remembered everything he’d heard about the magical deer. Taking another step away from Deimos, Loren focused for a brief moment. A full sized luxere appeared by his side; while he would’ve preferred Astra, this would have to do, and the display of light magic might be enough to calm the real luxere down and wash away the taint of the general's life drain. ”I see you’re also preparing for LongNight. You have a beautiful voice by the way, and I would love to learn that song from you at some point. However, my companion and I are in the midst of our own preparations. We’re looking for trees to help construction a perch for the Spark Bird, which is when we stumbled upon the injured owl. You haven’t seen any likely candidates, have you? Trees, I mean.” The Launceleyn's voice came out in a low a soothing tone, but it was nothing but the truth.
As his eyes flicked toward the luxere who was backing away from the general and the summoner, he remembered everything he’d heard about the magical deer. Taking another step away from Deimos, Loren focused for a brief moment. A full sized luxere appeared by his side; while he would’ve preferred Astra, this would have to do, and the display of light magic might be enough to calm the real luxere down and wash away the taint of the general's life drain. ”I see you’re also preparing for LongNight. You have a beautiful voice by the way, and I would love to learn that song from you at some point. However, my companion and I are in the midst of our own preparations. We’re looking for trees to help construction a perch for the Spark Bird, which is when we stumbled upon the injured owl. You haven’t seen any likely candidates, have you? Trees, I mean.” The Launceleyn's voice came out in a low a soothing tone, but it was nothing but the truth.
Never judge a book by its cover.
