loren
Loren filed away the information about the snow moss for later. Whether or not he caught the hint of tears in Jigano’s eyes, well, the Launceleyn stayed silent, simply watching the bard interact with Astra, a faint smile on the summoner’s lips all the while. When the white-haired man’s hands found that particularly sensitive spot, she gave a contented bleat and seemed to melt into him, leaning against him and giving his hands access to wherever they might roam. Whatever reservations Loren might have about the blighted, it was clear Astra lacked them; maybe she sensed the good in the bard, or maybe she knew the summoner could and would protect her from all threats.
Listening to Jigano’s explanation, the Launceleyn’s eyes drifted once more to the moss and the windows. ”It probably keeps sound from getting in as well.” That was one of their fears, if he remembered correctly, that the monsters would try and trick them by sounding like people they knew and loved. Of course, it would also block real people too, but no one was supposed to be outside anyway. Still, he had no doubt they would try. Without prompting, he went over to pick up a handful of moss and delicately filled in a gap in the padding around the window's frame.
As the bard delicately danced around the issue of where people would be staying for LongNight the summoner snorted. ”I’ll probably be here as well, though I’m waiting for Wessex and Deimos to make the final decision. You all convinced me the Manor was a bad idea.” Granted, if they’d told him that to begin with they all could’ve avoided a bunch of annoying conversations, but there was really no harm done, except to the Launceleyn’s rapidly dwindling ego. He'd been through much worse than a minor and unimportant humiliation that he was already over.
Listening to Jigano’s explanation, the Launceleyn’s eyes drifted once more to the moss and the windows. ”It probably keeps sound from getting in as well.” That was one of their fears, if he remembered correctly, that the monsters would try and trick them by sounding like people they knew and loved. Of course, it would also block real people too, but no one was supposed to be outside anyway. Still, he had no doubt they would try. Without prompting, he went over to pick up a handful of moss and delicately filled in a gap in the padding around the window's frame.
As the bard delicately danced around the issue of where people would be staying for LongNight the summoner snorted. ”I’ll probably be here as well, though I’m waiting for Wessex and Deimos to make the final decision. You all convinced me the Manor was a bad idea.” Granted, if they’d told him that to begin with they all could’ve avoided a bunch of annoying conversations, but there was really no harm done, except to the Launceleyn’s rapidly dwindling ego. He'd been through much worse than a minor and unimportant humiliation that he was already over.
Never judge a book by its cover.
