LOREN
It seemed the Launceleyn’s guess was actually correct, or at least close enough that Abasi agreed with it. The only reaction that showed on the summoner’s face, though, was a slight quirk his lips it what might’ve been the shadow of a smile. ”Well. May you find heka here as well.” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say—and maybe it was impolite or rude to talk about the most important member of the other man’s pantheon that way—but Loren wanted to say something in response, and that sounded pretty good to him. However, at the end of Abasi’s comment, the Launceleyn tilted his head ”At the beginning of things? What came next, then?”
Seeing as the summoner had already explained his land didn’t have gods, it wasn’t surprising that the other man didn’t ask about Loren’s faith. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have a lively discussion of the gods, it just meant he personally wouldn’t be very useful or pious. ”Osiris sounds like an excellent and worthy deity to worship, especially with power over life and death. The gods of Caido seem to split those domains between them.” At least, that’s how it had been explained to the Launceleyn. He had no idea if it was true or not.
Smiling for real at Abasi’s observation about the less than flattering fashions of the Hollowed Grounds (the other man would get along great with Jiao, and also probably with Bastien), Loren plucked at his baggy and ugly sleeve with his free hand. ”What, this isn’t doing it for you?” Setting his mug aside, he rolled it up and then created a gold bangle to match the ones on the other man’s wrist. ”That better? If so, you’ve already made an improvement.” Then the summoner bit his lip, eyes flicking towards the door. ”I don’t know what kohl is. But I’m sure there are clothes in this Manor for me, if you think my wardrobe needs updating.” No doubt they’d stocked a room for him before his disappearance. However, he had no idea if they’d kept any of it, or what state they might be in if they were. And he wasn't sure he felt comfortable making any changes to what he normally wore. If he had help, though maybe he would actually do it.
Unfortunately, the glimmers of joy and the glimpses of the old Loren were snuffed out by the mention of LongNight. Apparently, he hadn’t done a great job warning the newcomers in the Manor they’d need to relocate soon. ”Yes. There's a week coming up at the end of Deepfrost when the sun and stars and moon all disappear, and monsters come out to hunt. They’re drawn to people, and light, and warmth, so we’re barricading some buildings and gathering there. I’ll be at the Temple, which will be safe, and you’re welcome to go either there or the Monster Hunter’s Guild.” Although he probably should’ve sugar coated it, he felt it was more important to give Abasi the unvarnished truth.
Seeing as the summoner had already explained his land didn’t have gods, it wasn’t surprising that the other man didn’t ask about Loren’s faith. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have a lively discussion of the gods, it just meant he personally wouldn’t be very useful or pious. ”Osiris sounds like an excellent and worthy deity to worship, especially with power over life and death. The gods of Caido seem to split those domains between them.” At least, that’s how it had been explained to the Launceleyn. He had no idea if it was true or not.
Smiling for real at Abasi’s observation about the less than flattering fashions of the Hollowed Grounds (the other man would get along great with Jiao, and also probably with Bastien), Loren plucked at his baggy and ugly sleeve with his free hand. ”What, this isn’t doing it for you?” Setting his mug aside, he rolled it up and then created a gold bangle to match the ones on the other man’s wrist. ”That better? If so, you’ve already made an improvement.” Then the summoner bit his lip, eyes flicking towards the door. ”I don’t know what kohl is. But I’m sure there are clothes in this Manor for me, if you think my wardrobe needs updating.” No doubt they’d stocked a room for him before his disappearance. However, he had no idea if they’d kept any of it, or what state they might be in if they were. And he wasn't sure he felt comfortable making any changes to what he normally wore. If he had help, though maybe he would actually do it.
Unfortunately, the glimmers of joy and the glimpses of the old Loren were snuffed out by the mention of LongNight. Apparently, he hadn’t done a great job warning the newcomers in the Manor they’d need to relocate soon. ”Yes. There's a week coming up at the end of Deepfrost when the sun and stars and moon all disappear, and monsters come out to hunt. They’re drawn to people, and light, and warmth, so we’re barricading some buildings and gathering there. I’ll be at the Temple, which will be safe, and you’re welcome to go either there or the Monster Hunter’s Guild.” Although he probably should’ve sugar coated it, he felt it was more important to give Abasi the unvarnished truth.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
