LOREN
Calling on the phoenix had been smart. Calling on Frey in the wilderness in the heart of Deepfrost? Not so much. Still, there’d been no harm done, and honestly a lot of good. Or at least there would have been if Loren hadn’t been such a complete idiot and a total stick in the mud. That encounter felt like a long time ago, but it had been relatively recently, so maybe the summoner had time left to internalize the god’s lessons. Probably not though, given how poor a learner the Launceleyn was.
”You can’t go out in the sun at all?” Although he vaguely remembered someone mentioning they risked bursting into flames—something that a similar race in Northaven did as well—he hadn’t known that Ascended couldn’t tolerate any sunlight. As for her being a damsel in distress, something that wouldn’t seem nearly as funny when she was out in the dark fighting monsters he couldn’t exactly speak to her previous experiences with that. ”I mean, I’m sure that can still be arranged. We got a nice empty prison just crying out for a damsel.” He chuckled at the idea, which settled into a smile after a moment. ”I’ll bet you much prefer being a damsel who can get herself out of distress though.” He would, in her shoes.
Although the blue-eyed woman had revealed bits and pieces of her encounter with the deity, apparently Loren hadn’t gotten the full story. ”I don’t think you mentioned that before.” Or if she had, he’d forgotten. ”I was alone when I went to go pray so…” He trailed off with a shrug; he’d been so worried about others getting hurt on the off chance a god did show up that he’d tried to minimize the potential targets to just him. Maybe that had been foolish, but it had worked.
However, it seemed that Rexanna’s experiences had been fairly similar to the Launceleyn’s, since her guess about Frey's request was right on the money. ”Close enough. I’m supposed to, um...cause as many orgasms as possible.” His voice came out very quietly on that last part, since he very much didn’t want anyone to overhear.
”You can’t go out in the sun at all?” Although he vaguely remembered someone mentioning they risked bursting into flames—something that a similar race in Northaven did as well—he hadn’t known that Ascended couldn’t tolerate any sunlight. As for her being a damsel in distress, something that wouldn’t seem nearly as funny when she was out in the dark fighting monsters he couldn’t exactly speak to her previous experiences with that. ”I mean, I’m sure that can still be arranged. We got a nice empty prison just crying out for a damsel.” He chuckled at the idea, which settled into a smile after a moment. ”I’ll bet you much prefer being a damsel who can get herself out of distress though.” He would, in her shoes.
Although the blue-eyed woman had revealed bits and pieces of her encounter with the deity, apparently Loren hadn’t gotten the full story. ”I don’t think you mentioned that before.” Or if she had, he’d forgotten. ”I was alone when I went to go pray so…” He trailed off with a shrug; he’d been so worried about others getting hurt on the off chance a god did show up that he’d tried to minimize the potential targets to just him. Maybe that had been foolish, but it had worked.
However, it seemed that Rexanna’s experiences had been fairly similar to the Launceleyn’s, since her guess about Frey's request was right on the money. ”Close enough. I’m supposed to, um...cause as many orgasms as possible.” His voice came out very quietly on that last part, since he very much didn’t want anyone to overhear.
REXANNA
