loren
The other man’s reaction to the Launceleyn’s not quite of defense of Roana was clear enough, so he shut up about the woman. Much better to talk about Astra, anyway, for both of them. It was a pretty thought and a prettier sentiment, that the luxere and the summoner had similar hearts. But he knew it wasn’t true. She was goodness and light, and Loren was brooding darkness with a heart that felt shattered beyond repair. Still, Jigano was trying to be kind, and the Launceleyn could appreciate that. ”I doubt we’re kindred spirits, much as I might like to believe that. But I definitely need her.” A ghost of a real smile crossed his lips, and he reached over to give Astra a proper head rub; in response, she gave him a contented and satisfied look. Slightly less gloomily and definitely less angrily, he added a bit more moss to the seal they were creating.
Never judge a book by its cover.
