Love mends even the broken parts
Well, that was a surprise to the Launceleyn, and explained some of the confusion. However, it didn’t actually clarify what Remi meant by his last comment. ”I didn’t know that. Are there any limits to it?” He frowned, an idea cropping up in the back of his mind. ”Wait. I know you can make magical items. Is that what you’re saying?” Presumably there was some limit to it, or else they’d have given everyone an amulet. However, it legitimately never occurred to Loren that the power to create a magical item could be stored in a magical item. ”Anything else I should know about your magic, then?” The alchemist was just full of surprises.
People really should start listening to what the summoner was saying, because if they didn’t he might just snap again. Raising an eyebrow, he stepped into the snow and the cold once more, this time letting the door shut behind him. Although he was dressed just in a shirt and pants, he wasn’t worried about freezing to death, because without moving another muscle, he summoned a Spark Bird as high up as he could manage. ”I never said stronger. I said better suited.” All this spellcasting was wearing on him—just because he’d put it in an amulet didn’t mean he didn’t feel it—but he was stronger than he’d ever been, despite his appearance. Astra, for her part, had followed him out into the snow, and he rested his hand on her head and gave her a proper head rub. ”And though she be but little, she is fierce.” Even a small luxere was better than no luxere. And the Launceleyn could summon a full sized one as well.
However, it seemed that the alchemist had, once again, been holding something back. Loren dismissed the Spark Bird as the other man finally explained the whole situation. The summoner’s expression was inscrutable and his voice quiet when he finally responded. ”So pass the task to me. Surely Ludo doesn’t care who completes it, so long as it gets done. But if you cannot, or will not, then I should be with you, and these others.” Wessex would be pissed at the change in plans, but nothing changed the fact that, no matter how strong Remi was, Loren was the person who stood the best chance against the monsters, and of keeping a group safe and sane while facing them.
However, when the other man’s voice broke, the summoner’s eyes just grew cold again. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sympathetic to the alchemist's pain. It was simply that the Launceleyn had already explained how he felt about this matter. Still, when Loren finally responded, his voice, while firm, was not unkind. ”I do not believe you or I will die this LongNight. However, you don’t get to decide what I risk my life for. That’s part of letting me be me.” Because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if others were going to put their lives on the line because of the machinations of the gods, then the Launceleyn was going to stand with them. It wasn’t because of Remi, or rather, not just because of Remi. It was because it was the right thing to do, plain and simple. Not the wisest, or safest, but the right thing.
People really should start listening to what the summoner was saying, because if they didn’t he might just snap again. Raising an eyebrow, he stepped into the snow and the cold once more, this time letting the door shut behind him. Although he was dressed just in a shirt and pants, he wasn’t worried about freezing to death, because without moving another muscle, he summoned a Spark Bird as high up as he could manage. ”I never said stronger. I said better suited.” All this spellcasting was wearing on him—just because he’d put it in an amulet didn’t mean he didn’t feel it—but he was stronger than he’d ever been, despite his appearance. Astra, for her part, had followed him out into the snow, and he rested his hand on her head and gave her a proper head rub. ”And though she be but little, she is fierce.” Even a small luxere was better than no luxere. And the Launceleyn could summon a full sized one as well.
However, it seemed that the alchemist had, once again, been holding something back. Loren dismissed the Spark Bird as the other man finally explained the whole situation. The summoner’s expression was inscrutable and his voice quiet when he finally responded. ”So pass the task to me. Surely Ludo doesn’t care who completes it, so long as it gets done. But if you cannot, or will not, then I should be with you, and these others.” Wessex would be pissed at the change in plans, but nothing changed the fact that, no matter how strong Remi was, Loren was the person who stood the best chance against the monsters, and of keeping a group safe and sane while facing them.
However, when the other man’s voice broke, the summoner’s eyes just grew cold again. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sympathetic to the alchemist's pain. It was simply that the Launceleyn had already explained how he felt about this matter. Still, when Loren finally responded, his voice, while firm, was not unkind. ”I do not believe you or I will die this LongNight. However, you don’t get to decide what I risk my life for. That’s part of letting me be me.” Because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if others were going to put their lives on the line because of the machinations of the gods, then the Launceleyn was going to stand with them. It wasn’t because of Remi, or rather, not just because of Remi. It was because it was the right thing to do, plain and simple. Not the wisest, or safest, but the right thing.
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