LOREN
Actually, sometimes nothing was better: if Loren had said nothing, nothing to Remi about the Launceleyn's love, nothing to Jigano when they’d first met, nothing to Phoebe when the summoner had lost control, nothing to Rexanna when she’d visited him at the Manor, they’d all be better off. Of course, that wasn’t what the blue-eyed woman had meant, so this time, at least, he said nothing in response. Instead, when she laid a hand on his shoulder, he just reached up and rested his own hand there, fingers gently squeezing.
It was always a bad sign when talking about his sexual encounters with Frey was the more enjoyable and less uncomfortable conversation topic. At least the lack of clothes hadn’t been dangerous, just annoying. ”I summoned a phoenix. And uh...met someone who gave me some clothes.” Bringing up Roana seemed like a bad idea; he was supposed to be guarding her, but hadn’t even gotten word that she’d been brought in, so had assumed she’d evaded capture. Yet another problem for after LongNight. ”Perks?” He wasn’t sure if she meant perks to being Ascended, Abandoned, or a hybrid. As far as he knew, she was the only hybrid of her kind, so she likely had a unique perspective.
When she brought up how the old gods viewed her, though, the Launceleyn’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t been thinking of it like that, but he could see why they would dislike her more than most. Then again, he was still somewhat annoyed at whole races being punished for the actions of the new gods. Rexanna had chosen her status as an Ascended, but not an Abandoned or hybrid—and the summoner hadn’t chosen at all—but they were immediately lesser in the eyes of the old gods.
And yet Frey had still appeared to him. Twice. ”I thought so too, though mainly I figured they’d ignore me.” The summoner gave the blue-eyed woman a sheepish look. ”I would offer to go with you to the one in the Glade, except I’m not sure that my presence would help. Although...um...well, Frey. They ah, kind of asked me to do something.” It was even more embarrassing than what had happened with the deity and he immediately regretted bringing it up.
It was always a bad sign when talking about his sexual encounters with Frey was the more enjoyable and less uncomfortable conversation topic. At least the lack of clothes hadn’t been dangerous, just annoying. ”I summoned a phoenix. And uh...met someone who gave me some clothes.” Bringing up Roana seemed like a bad idea; he was supposed to be guarding her, but hadn’t even gotten word that she’d been brought in, so had assumed she’d evaded capture. Yet another problem for after LongNight. ”Perks?” He wasn’t sure if she meant perks to being Ascended, Abandoned, or a hybrid. As far as he knew, she was the only hybrid of her kind, so she likely had a unique perspective.
When she brought up how the old gods viewed her, though, the Launceleyn’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t been thinking of it like that, but he could see why they would dislike her more than most. Then again, he was still somewhat annoyed at whole races being punished for the actions of the new gods. Rexanna had chosen her status as an Ascended, but not an Abandoned or hybrid—and the summoner hadn’t chosen at all—but they were immediately lesser in the eyes of the old gods.
And yet Frey had still appeared to him. Twice. ”I thought so too, though mainly I figured they’d ignore me.” The summoner gave the blue-eyed woman a sheepish look. ”I would offer to go with you to the one in the Glade, except I’m not sure that my presence would help. Although...um...well, Frey. They ah, kind of asked me to do something.” It was even more embarrassing than what had happened with the deity and he immediately regretted bringing it up.
REXANNA
