loren
Even though the summoner wasn’t exactly keen to defend Roana, Loren can’t help but feel a little bit of kinship with someone who came from the same world as him. ”I wouldn’t expect it to. And what she did was wrong. There's no doubt about thatBut…” The Launceleyn bit his lip. ”We both came from a world a war, a war she was on the front lines of. And then we moved into a world under seige, where again, she was on the front lines. So she doesn’t know there’s another way. A better way.” Loren didn’t either. But at least he was trying.
Just like Jigano was trying to change the subject. While the Launceleyn didn’t mind the clumsy attempt—welcomed it in fact—it was pretty obvious. ”I was out feeding some of the few luxere that had already arrived, and she happened to be with them. I don’t know why she was with her wild kin, or why she followed me home.” Nor did he know why she was still by his side, though he gave her a grateful smile, which calmed her somewhat. For her, at least, he could be something more than depressed.
Just like Jigano was trying to change the subject. While the Launceleyn didn’t mind the clumsy attempt—welcomed it in fact—it was pretty obvious. ”I was out feeding some of the few luxere that had already arrived, and she happened to be with them. I don’t know why she was with her wild kin, or why she followed me home.” Nor did he know why she was still by his side, though he gave her a grateful smile, which calmed her somewhat. For her, at least, he could be something more than depressed.
Never judge a book by its cover.
