The white sheep of the family
”You can let it drop now.” It would probably drop anyway, given how weak the other mage must be, what with being new to Caido and all that. This time, Loren’s voice came out gently and soothing. Indeed, his whole demeanor had softened: now that they’d gotten past the initial hurdle of Oliver not knowing about his magic (if that was indeed the case), the summoner didn’t need to do the whole nasty drilling thing anymore. Now what was needed was patience and understanding.
The Launceleyn hadn’t had the problem of not knowing the extent of his abilities (though he did now), but he got the sense that, for whatever reason, the initial group from Northaven had been given a little bit extra when they were portalled in. Most newcomers were like Oliver. They were incredibly unsure of their new abilities and of Caido as a whole. ”You didn’t know you were an Abandoned?” It was a question, but it came out sounding more like a statement. Still, Loren’s tone was kind.
The Launceleyn hadn’t had the problem of not knowing the extent of his abilities (though he did now), but he got the sense that, for whatever reason, the initial group from Northaven had been given a little bit extra when they were portalled in. Most newcomers were like Oliver. They were incredibly unsure of their new abilities and of Caido as a whole. ”You didn’t know you were an Abandoned?” It was a question, but it came out sounding more like a statement. Still, Loren’s tone was kind.
Will blood tell
