there's light at the edge of the darkness
Well, this wasn’t exactly how he’d been expecting to spend his day; instead of silent meditation as he tested the new limits of his magic—sad as it was to think, it appeared that his summoning was indeed severely limited now, though whether it stemmed from new or ongoing mental issues or a more fundamental development he couldn’t say—he was now in a bizarre exchange with a girl who seemed partially made of stones and plants. Even as Loren watched, moss and rock crept over her slowly, as if to hide her from his gaze once more. Unfortunately, now that he’d seen her, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.
The encounter just got weirder at her admittedly strange response to his hello. He did indeed note her reply’s lack of an s, and his eyebrows rose as she went straight back to writing. Bemused and more than a bit baffled, the Launceleyn found himself wondering exactly how he ended up in these odd situations. At least she didn’t seem hostile in the slightest. Small blessings. ”Um. Can I help you?” His eyes flicked down to the journal she was holding and he strained his eyes to read at least a part of it, but try as he might he couldn’t figure it out.
Well, he could always ask. Hopefully she would get offended, though knowing his luck he wouldn’t rely on that, having the unicorn come around so that it could intercept any potential attack. Just because he would probably survive and could heal didn’t mean he wanted to take that risk. ”What are you working on?” His voice came out friendly enough: these days, the summoner had mostly recovered from his stint as cold and cruel. While he still had his relapses, they were few and far between. ”I’m Loren, by the way.” Scooching a bit closer to her, he held out his hand for her to shake.
The encounter just got weirder at her admittedly strange response to his hello. He did indeed note her reply’s lack of an s, and his eyebrows rose as she went straight back to writing. Bemused and more than a bit baffled, the Launceleyn found himself wondering exactly how he ended up in these odd situations. At least she didn’t seem hostile in the slightest. Small blessings. ”Um. Can I help you?” His eyes flicked down to the journal she was holding and he strained his eyes to read at least a part of it, but try as he might he couldn’t figure it out.
Well, he could always ask. Hopefully she would get offended, though knowing his luck he wouldn’t rely on that, having the unicorn come around so that it could intercept any potential attack. Just because he would probably survive and could heal didn’t mean he wanted to take that risk. ”What are you working on?” His voice came out friendly enough: these days, the summoner had mostly recovered from his stint as cold and cruel. While he still had his relapses, they were few and far between. ”I’m Loren, by the way.” Scooching a bit closer to her, he held out his hand for her to shake.
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