Love mends even the broken parts
If people wanted to talk about Loren behind his back (though he was right there), have a good laugh at him, so be it. He’d gone far past the point of caring what others thought of him. At least Lily seemed happy enough to see him, though no doubt that had much more to do with Astra that it did with the Launceleyn. Well, he was used to that these days.
The other man declared that he would accompany the summoner to the Manor, and all he could do was muster up a weary sigh. Then he turned and started trudging through the snow without a word. The stranger would no doubt attempt to regale the Launceleyn with all sorts of nonsense. In fact, as the other man stole an apple, Loren just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long, incredibly annoying day, and if it wasn’t absolutely necessary for LongNight he would leave now.
Whatever happened on the trip to and from his home, he would do his best to ignore the stranger’s antics. However, Astra would stare at the other man with fascinated eyes, and offer herself up for scratches and rubs if he proved willing. Once they’d loaded all the bags, the summoner called upon a golem to carry the bulk of it, making sure everything was tied off securely before they set off.
Unfortunately, during their trek back, one of the sacks broke. Sighing, the Launceleyn created a needle, then pulled a loose thread off his cloak. Concentrating, he sewed the rip shut and tied it off, then held the needle in one hand as he stuffed the food back in the sack. Hopefully that would do the trick, and they could get back to the women without further incident. Or without him strangling the other man for one reason or another.
The other man declared that he would accompany the summoner to the Manor, and all he could do was muster up a weary sigh. Then he turned and started trudging through the snow without a word. The stranger would no doubt attempt to regale the Launceleyn with all sorts of nonsense. In fact, as the other man stole an apple, Loren just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long, incredibly annoying day, and if it wasn’t absolutely necessary for LongNight he would leave now.
Whatever happened on the trip to and from his home, he would do his best to ignore the stranger’s antics. However, Astra would stare at the other man with fascinated eyes, and offer herself up for scratches and rubs if he proved willing. Once they’d loaded all the bags, the summoner called upon a golem to carry the bulk of it, making sure everything was tied off securely before they set off.
Unfortunately, during their trek back, one of the sacks broke. Sighing, the Launceleyn created a needle, then pulled a loose thread off his cloak. Concentrating, he sewed the rip shut and tied it off, then held the needle in one hand as he stuffed the food back in the sack. Hopefully that would do the trick, and they could get back to the women without further incident. Or without him strangling the other man for one reason or another.
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