LOREN
If seeing the plants cover the other man while he lay on the ground was odd, it was nothing compared to seeing the stranger move. Indeed, it was downright disconcerting. Still, Loren managed to smile; it widened when the other man proved to be quite friendly, a far cry from the woman who the summoner presumed to be the stranger’s twin. Indeed, it seemed that the other man had all inherited all the enthusiasm and energy that his maybe-twin sister lacked. ”I came to check on the fields after LongNight and to plant some roses.” Explaining why he was planting roses would make the Launceleyn feel silly, but if the stranger was anything like Oia’i’o, the summoner was in for an inspection. Presumably that would include quite a few questions.
Loren’s guess about the stranger's heritage was right on the money. ”Oh, no, no I don’t.” Then the Launceleyn's eyes widened as the full weight of the other man’s words sank in. ”Wait, genetic connections? What does that mean?” Apparently the summoner was far more ignorant of the world than he’d realized. First matter, now this genetic thing? Shaking his head to focus his thoughts, he smiled again. ”Anyway, no I can’t do...uh whatever that is. But I met...Oia’i’o?” He hated the way his voice hesitated on her name. Still, it didn’t exactly roll easily off the tongue. ”I’m Loren.” He held out his hand for the other man to shake. If Loren had to touch a few plants to make a proper introduction, well, he’d been a farmer, so he’d be fine (even if they were growing out of a person’s skin this time).
Then, Lily showed up and the Launceleyn grinned at her. He was glad to have some backup for this particular interaction with a demi-god. Indeed, Loren was pretty sure they were both in for quite a few surprises, if his conversation with Oia’i’o was anything to go off of. ”Hi Lily.” Astra obviously submitted to the scritches happily, giving out a contented bleat. Then the luxere turned to the demi-god and trotted over, giving him an expectant and hopeful look. The summoner couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
Loren’s guess about the stranger's heritage was right on the money. ”Oh, no, no I don’t.” Then the Launceleyn's eyes widened as the full weight of the other man’s words sank in. ”Wait, genetic connections? What does that mean?” Apparently the summoner was far more ignorant of the world than he’d realized. First matter, now this genetic thing? Shaking his head to focus his thoughts, he smiled again. ”Anyway, no I can’t do...uh whatever that is. But I met...Oia’i’o?” He hated the way his voice hesitated on her name. Still, it didn’t exactly roll easily off the tongue. ”I’m Loren.” He held out his hand for the other man to shake. If Loren had to touch a few plants to make a proper introduction, well, he’d been a farmer, so he’d be fine (even if they were growing out of a person’s skin this time).
Then, Lily showed up and the Launceleyn grinned at her. He was glad to have some backup for this particular interaction with a demi-god. Indeed, Loren was pretty sure they were both in for quite a few surprises, if his conversation with Oia’i’o was anything to go off of. ”Hi Lily.” Astra obviously submitted to the scritches happily, giving out a contented bleat. Then the luxere turned to the demi-god and trotted over, giving him an expectant and hopeful look. The summoner couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
light is precious in a world so dark
begin at the beginning
tell a story. make some light
begin at the beginning
tell a story. make some light
