there's light at the edge of the darkness
The Launceleyn wasn’t sure exactly what brought him back out here to the shrine by the oasis. Maybe it was the fact that try as he might, he couldn’t stop thinking about the orgasm he’d had out here (not that he was eager to repeat it, but it had been quite an experience). Maybe it was because he’d completed the task the gods had set for him, and while he was pretty sure they already knew, he wanted to inform him that he’d done as they commanded.
Or maybe it was because, if there was anyone in need of advice from the god of love, it was Loren, given what a mess he’d made of all his relationships.
But after his previous encounter, on the off chance Frey actually did answer, he didn’t want to risk anyone else getting caught up in it. So, cold as it was out here, he felt it was better for him to be alone for this, far away from other people. Besides, he didn’t know who’d he’d ask to accompany him, given how he didn’t have any friends he was close enough to ask for assistance with something like this. Or any friends at all really. Plus, even if he had, 'come pray to the god of sex and love' wasn't an invitation he felt comfortable issuing.
Well, his friendships or lack thereof was yet another thing that might require divine intervention. Of course, the summoner didn’t know if he wanted to be friends with anyone Frey suggested. Then again, it wasn’t like he was doing great on that front either. Maybe it would be best to surrender himself to someone who at least knew what their purpose was in life.
His thoughts keep going around and around in dark circles, so it was a relief to see the familiar ring of stones. As always, he’d brought milk and honey; though he’d searched for a peach, remembering how the deity had bit into one in their last encounter, it proved impossible in the heart of Deepfrost. So hopefully the meager offering would be enough.
Loren wasn’t just talking about the gifts he’d brought.
Kneeling in the snow, he placed the bowl and the jar before him, and bowed his head. ”Frey. Thank you for your benevolence when I saw you last. I came out to tell you that I completed the task that you and Vi and Rae entrusted to me, and that the blight seems to be receding. Thank you for that blessing.” Hesitating, the Launceleyn closed his eyes. When he next spoke, it came out in a sorrowful whisper. ”And though I have no right to ask this I beg for you help in...in mending a broken heart.” He didn’t know if he was asking on his own behalf, or Remi’s or Ronin’s. But he was asking.
Or maybe it was because, if there was anyone in need of advice from the god of love, it was Loren, given what a mess he’d made of all his relationships.
But after his previous encounter, on the off chance Frey actually did answer, he didn’t want to risk anyone else getting caught up in it. So, cold as it was out here, he felt it was better for him to be alone for this, far away from other people. Besides, he didn’t know who’d he’d ask to accompany him, given how he didn’t have any friends he was close enough to ask for assistance with something like this. Or any friends at all really. Plus, even if he had, 'come pray to the god of sex and love' wasn't an invitation he felt comfortable issuing.
Well, his friendships or lack thereof was yet another thing that might require divine intervention. Of course, the summoner didn’t know if he wanted to be friends with anyone Frey suggested. Then again, it wasn’t like he was doing great on that front either. Maybe it would be best to surrender himself to someone who at least knew what their purpose was in life.
His thoughts keep going around and around in dark circles, so it was a relief to see the familiar ring of stones. As always, he’d brought milk and honey; though he’d searched for a peach, remembering how the deity had bit into one in their last encounter, it proved impossible in the heart of Deepfrost. So hopefully the meager offering would be enough.
Loren wasn’t just talking about the gifts he’d brought.
Kneeling in the snow, he placed the bowl and the jar before him, and bowed his head. ”Frey. Thank you for your benevolence when I saw you last. I came out to tell you that I completed the task that you and Vi and Rae entrusted to me, and that the blight seems to be receding. Thank you for that blessing.” Hesitating, the Launceleyn closed his eyes. When he next spoke, it came out in a sorrowful whisper. ”And though I have no right to ask this I beg for you help in...in mending a broken heart.” He didn’t know if he was asking on his own behalf, or Remi’s or Ronin’s. But he was asking.
loren
