LOREN
Loren hesitated when Phoebe brought up Frey. He’d had an incredible awkward encounter with the deity, and hadn’t really spoken to anyone about it. While the last thing he wanted to do with a near stranger was explain exactly what had happened, he figured it would be good to ask one of the god’s most fervent followers more about them. Then the healer asked her follow up question and the summoner didn’t really have a choice. ”Are there large shrines specific to Frey?” The Launceleyn didn’t know why he was asking, beyond a certain morbid curiosity. ”And not really. I’ve heard a bit about all of them, but nothing comprehensive. And…Frey’s the only one I’ve personally met.” Indeed, he’d only seen Ludo and Safrin, and certainly hadn’t encountered any of the bigger gods.
Or The Voice but he knew better than to bring her up around Phoebe.
Instead of answering, he just nodded at her statement. Then, because he knew she’d start nagging him if he didn’t eat, and might be offended if he didn’t—and yes, because it was good—he took another bite. It had been a while since he’d had anything but the simple dishes he’d been making for himself, and it was a nice contrast, if nothing else.
Or The Voice but he knew better than to bring her up around Phoebe.
Instead of answering, he just nodded at her statement. Then, because he knew she’d start nagging him if he didn’t eat, and might be offended if he didn’t—and yes, because it was good—he took another bite. It had been a while since he’d had anything but the simple dishes he’d been making for himself, and it was a nice contrast, if nothing else.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
