Love mends even the broken parts
At the mention of a hunt, Loren’s eyes flicked over to the alchemist. The Launceleyn was not a particularly skilled hunter, though there was no way Remi would’ve known that. Especially now that the summoner’s magic was running lower than it had in a while, he probably wouldn’t be contributing much more than his presence to the effort. However, the other man probably didn’t need much more than that from Loren. ”Alright.” He took the kettle off, since it seemed they’d be waiting on their tea.
As for their future and present, the summoner sighed. He’d never really had it easy or predictable or quiet, even as a duke. ”You just...get used to it as the new normal. After a while.” Maybe that was the wrong attitude to have about it all, but there wasn’t anything they could do about it. Despite all their powers, life went on.
Assuming they did indeed go off on their hunt, he’d grab a cloak and gloves; there was no point braving the cold and snow without proper gear this time, since they might be out for a while. He made sure the pouch was securely on his belt.
As for their future and present, the summoner sighed. He’d never really had it easy or predictable or quiet, even as a duke. ”You just...get used to it as the new normal. After a while.” Maybe that was the wrong attitude to have about it all, but there wasn’t anything they could do about it. Despite all their powers, life went on.
Assuming they did indeed go off on their hunt, he’d grab a cloak and gloves; there was no point braving the cold and snow without proper gear this time, since they might be out for a while. He made sure the pouch was securely on his belt.
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