LOREN
The rest of the loaf disappeared as quickly as the first part of it had. Apparently, Peter was hungry. However, even Loren figured that was enough food for now. Besides, they apparently had a lot of ground to cover, considering how little they knew about one another and how little the other man knew about the Launceleyns. First things first: the summoner wanted to get to the bottom of what was upsetting Peter. Though the other man didn’t seem to want Loren’s touch, that didn’t mean he couldn’t provide comfort with words alone.
In fact, he was sort of counting on it. ”You’re here, Peter. There’s no war. You’re safe, from everyone, I promise.” While the summoner wanted to ask about the names, and the war—it seemed that the world Peter had come from was as conflict riddled as Northaven and Northwind before it—it seemed best for Loren to calm the other man down first. Additional questions would probably just make it worse.
Then they were settling in the library, and the summoner choose a chair opposite Peter, sinking down in it stiffly, not used to such comforts, really. Because of Loren’s weakness, he had been denied most of the luxuries that the Launceleyns possessed. Instead, he’d been beaten and tortured for not being enough. For never being enough. And that was before the recent disastrous turns his life had taken.
So Peter’s question was right on the money. Funny how indeed. ”In many ways. For one, because the oath only bound those of us with magic, we tried to breed more magicians. As many as possible. And I do mean breed: the family would only allow powerful mages to marry in, in the hopes that it would pass down to their children. And the non-magical Launceleyns were forced to serve.” However, that was just the start of it. For the rest, Loren would need to be properly prepared, so he took a sip of his tea to steady his nerves.
In fact, he was sort of counting on it. ”You’re here, Peter. There’s no war. You’re safe, from everyone, I promise.” While the summoner wanted to ask about the names, and the war—it seemed that the world Peter had come from was as conflict riddled as Northaven and Northwind before it—it seemed best for Loren to calm the other man down first. Additional questions would probably just make it worse.
Then they were settling in the library, and the summoner choose a chair opposite Peter, sinking down in it stiffly, not used to such comforts, really. Because of Loren’s weakness, he had been denied most of the luxuries that the Launceleyns possessed. Instead, he’d been beaten and tortured for not being enough. For never being enough. And that was before the recent disastrous turns his life had taken.
So Peter’s question was right on the money. Funny how indeed. ”In many ways. For one, because the oath only bound those of us with magic, we tried to breed more magicians. As many as possible. And I do mean breed: the family would only allow powerful mages to marry in, in the hopes that it would pass down to their children. And the non-magical Launceleyns were forced to serve.” However, that was just the start of it. For the rest, Loren would need to be properly prepared, so he took a sip of his tea to steady his nerves.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
