impossible reasons

Yes yes, Amalia had died and was super beat up about it. And yet she seemed to have her life figured out regardless: her bakery, her friends, her loved ones, her companion, every sign pointed to her having everything she needed to lift herself out of her depression. Loren gave her an inscrutable look. ”How’s that working out for you?” Because if she was telling him to figure out how to be happy when she herself didn’t know how, that would be the height of hypocrisy. Not that he was complaining. He just wanted to know where they stood. Obviously he couldn’t see her smile, considering he was still traipsing behind her. However, at her comment about the luxere following behind them, he glanced back; not only was Astra there, but several full-sized members of the herd as well. Turning forward, he closed the distance between himself and the baker. ”That’s new.” Of course his companion had followed him home the first time he’d gone out to sing to the luxere, so maybe it shouldn’t be all that surprising. Still, the creatures clearly didn’t know any better, Astra included. As they moved around to the back of the bakery, the summoner’s eyebrows rose as Amalia revealed the tunnel; still, at Jyoti’s urging, the Launceleyn walked down the steps and grabbed a sack. He peeked inside to find oats, and grabbed a handful. Then he shrugged off his own pack and nabbed an apple as well, before holding out both to the luxere who were now congregating around. LOREN Not quite an open book