LOREN
Loren was a bit surprised by Abasi’s enthusiastic reaction to the Launceleyn’s question, not that the other man would know it from the summoner’s mostly impassive face. Still, he far preferred discussing Abasi and his former life, than Loren's own, especially since the other man seemed so eager to do so. ”I’m sure the magic of your land had its own impressive qualities. What could you do with heka?” The word fell from the summoner’s tongue more easily the second time; he had been a scholar of some of the most arcane and esoteric texts once upon a time, and even now he had a knack for languages.
The reverence and awe in the other man’s voice was apparent. The Launceleyn had felt similarly about the rulers of his world, once upon a time. However, they’d proven themselves unworthy, as the rulers of the Hollowed Grounds were swiftly proving themselves to be as well. ”That’s quite impressive.” Loren too had the ears of the royals in his old life—and his new life too, he supposed—but he’d never had the ears of the gods, not in either world. ”Other than the Pharoah, what gods did you speak to?” Presumably, if the pride in Abasi’s voice and posture was any indication, the deities of his land were powerful and selective in who they spoke to.
However, they both grew uncomfortable and stiff when the conversation swung around to the summoner. Luckily, he was well used to people not wanting to talk about him. In fact, it didn’t even bother him anymore. ”No.” His voice wasn’t sad, or bitter, or anything really, except weary and accepting. For a few good reasons, but mostly bad ones, Loren knew he’d end up alone. ”Appearances can be deceiving. I am not particularly well-liked by anyone. As for the others in the Manor, they needed a temporary space to stay, nothing more.” The last comment from Abasi gave the Launceleyn pause. ”Thanks for the compliment, though I can hardly compare with someone like you.” He wasn’t quite sure why he added that last part, besides the fact that something that sounded so much like flirtation made him uncomfortable, and he was under no illusion which of the two of them was more attractive.
The reverence and awe in the other man’s voice was apparent. The Launceleyn had felt similarly about the rulers of his world, once upon a time. However, they’d proven themselves unworthy, as the rulers of the Hollowed Grounds were swiftly proving themselves to be as well. ”That’s quite impressive.” Loren too had the ears of the royals in his old life—and his new life too, he supposed—but he’d never had the ears of the gods, not in either world. ”Other than the Pharoah, what gods did you speak to?” Presumably, if the pride in Abasi’s voice and posture was any indication, the deities of his land were powerful and selective in who they spoke to.
However, they both grew uncomfortable and stiff when the conversation swung around to the summoner. Luckily, he was well used to people not wanting to talk about him. In fact, it didn’t even bother him anymore. ”No.” His voice wasn’t sad, or bitter, or anything really, except weary and accepting. For a few good reasons, but mostly bad ones, Loren knew he’d end up alone. ”Appearances can be deceiving. I am not particularly well-liked by anyone. As for the others in the Manor, they needed a temporary space to stay, nothing more.” The last comment from Abasi gave the Launceleyn pause. ”Thanks for the compliment, though I can hardly compare with someone like you.” He wasn’t quite sure why he added that last part, besides the fact that something that sounded so much like flirtation made him uncomfortable, and he was under no illusion which of the two of them was more attractive.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
