loren
Loren frowned, trying to place the name. It sounded vaguely familiar, but then again it was also a plant, so he could just be thinking of the herb. ”Vervain?” As for water magic, well, the summoner hadn’t seen any since Northaven, so he couldn’t exactly speak to how it worked in Caido. Still, he filed away the information about elemental magics not being able to create their elements; for earth and air, that didn’t seem to be much of a problem, but he could see how it was a severe detriment for fire and water.
As for Jigano’s source, well, the summoner thought it was more true than not. ”That all sounds right to me, honestly. It...tracks with my own experiences.” At the very least, his healing had improved in bounds, not in increments. Seeing as they had insufficient information, though, they probably shouldn’t even be speculating. Still, it was the most energy he’d been able to muster about anything in a while so there was that much, at least. As for pitting magics against one another, well, the Launceleyn had done enough of that for many lifetimes. No more.
”I haven’t really spoken to Ronin.” It came out a bit too quickly, but given the circumstances, that was understandable. ”I don’t even know what magic he possesses, though when he attacked me he seemed to project an illusion of himself and call down a cloud he could ride.” As for whether it was innate versus imbued by the gods, well, obviously Loren couldn’t say. ”And I’m not an expert on the gods, or their favored ones.” Far from it: he was learning a lot about the higher powers, but the more he learned, the more he realized how totally inscrutable they were.
As for Remi, well, the bard’s words actually jogged the summoner’s memory. ”He said that turning into a manticore might be because of his hybrid status, but there are so few of them, as you said, that it’s impossible to test. And...well, he displayed the ability to animate plants. Not just manipulate them with earth magic, but give them at least the semblance of sentience. Plus he mentioned something about his vision? Being able to see in color, and see people in the dark, but I couldn’t exactly understand what he’d been trying to say.” Because the Launceleyn had been busy breaking the alchemist’s heart even as Loren’s own had shattered into pieces too small to repair.
And that was before Remi had tried to kiss the summoner.
As for Jigano’s source, well, the summoner thought it was more true than not. ”That all sounds right to me, honestly. It...tracks with my own experiences.” At the very least, his healing had improved in bounds, not in increments. Seeing as they had insufficient information, though, they probably shouldn’t even be speculating. Still, it was the most energy he’d been able to muster about anything in a while so there was that much, at least. As for pitting magics against one another, well, the Launceleyn had done enough of that for many lifetimes. No more.
”I haven’t really spoken to Ronin.” It came out a bit too quickly, but given the circumstances, that was understandable. ”I don’t even know what magic he possesses, though when he attacked me he seemed to project an illusion of himself and call down a cloud he could ride.” As for whether it was innate versus imbued by the gods, well, obviously Loren couldn’t say. ”And I’m not an expert on the gods, or their favored ones.” Far from it: he was learning a lot about the higher powers, but the more he learned, the more he realized how totally inscrutable they were.
As for Remi, well, the bard’s words actually jogged the summoner’s memory. ”He said that turning into a manticore might be because of his hybrid status, but there are so few of them, as you said, that it’s impossible to test. And...well, he displayed the ability to animate plants. Not just manipulate them with earth magic, but give them at least the semblance of sentience. Plus he mentioned something about his vision? Being able to see in color, and see people in the dark, but I couldn’t exactly understand what he’d been trying to say.” Because the Launceleyn had been busy breaking the alchemist’s heart even as Loren’s own had shattered into pieces too small to repair.
And that was before Remi had tried to kiss the summoner.
Never judge a book by its cover.
