there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
As Abasi explained what he planned to do once the darkness lifted and the flowers began to bloom, Loren smiled. ”That sounds like a wonderful idea.” The other man had already expressed interest in funeral rites—and in his old world he had been devoted to his people’s god of death—so it seemed like a natural fit. Although it might’ve seemed morbid to others, especially during LongNight, the summoner had grown up in two worlds at war. Though he was a healer and tried to preserve and protect life, he’d known his fair share of death. ”I’d be happy to help you get set up.” Assuming Abasi wanted that.When the conversation swung around to the Launceleyn’s future plans, he sighed. ”I don’t know, really.” He’d had a dream back in Leafchange, but it had gotten lost in the shuffle and he wasn’t sure he wanted it any longer. Still, even just thinking about it made him feel a little more hopeful about the future. ”I thought about opening a school, but...I’m not sure I’m...well. I don’t know who’d want to come learn from me, and what I would teach.” Magic might’ve been an obvious choice, but now that his magic had changed in ways he didn't yet understand, he wasn’t sure what knowledge he could impart. Besides, he’d been told over and over again how ignorant he was, especially about Caido.
However, they had all this information, all this knowledge, both individually and collectively, that they’d amassed. And yet, no one seemed to disseminate it: the Loreseeker’s collected information, but held on to it, the Medical College focused exclusively on healing, and the other guilds and organizations and businesses mostly stayed in their narrow lanes. But here, in the Hollowed Grounds at least, they had a confluence of people from many worlds, with many backgrounds. He would appreciate a place to learn about all of that and about all this world had to offer.
But he wasn’t sure others would feel the same.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
