there's light at the edge of the darkness
Something was definitely off in the woman’s words and mannerisms. Indeed, each of her responses just added to the impression of someone who wasn’t quite normal. However, abnormal didn’t mean bad. It just meant different. Loren himself hardly had the most normal or rational reactions to other people and the world, and while he wasn’t quite ready to admit that he wasn’t bad, he objectively knew there wasn’t anything wrong with approaching situations differently than others did. In fact, sometimes it was a boon.
Which was why, when she gave him another practically monotone one word answer, the summoner just smiled gently at her. If he couldn’t help her with her project, then that was fine: unlike past versions of himself, he wasn’t going to force himself where he wasn’t welcome or meddle where he shouldn’t.
Or at least he would try to hold himself to that. ”Alright.” His tone was light and easy. His eyes watched as more stone fell from her statuesque body as she went back to her note-taking. Perhaps she wasn’t quite human, or perhaps her method of interacting with the world had something to do with her abilities. Or maybe he was just reading into it and trying to find explanations that weren’t there. Regardless, his interest in her had certainly been piqued.
At her mention that she was working on a report, the Launceleyn straight up grinned. ”A report on what?” Presumably he’d get another monosyllabic reply, but at least she seemed willing to answer his questions, albeit in a weird way. Indeed, acknowledgement wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting to hear from her in response to his introduction, though he supposed it was accurate enough. She even shook his hand.
However, his sharp eyes noted that she’d shook his hand for the shortest possible time to be polite before she pulled her hand back a bit too quickly. Perhaps she was like he’d been once upon a time, reluctant to touch and be touched. Or maybe she was just worried around a strange man. Either way, that would be easy enough to accommodate. His smile was even kinder this time, and his voice was soothing, as if she was more skittish animal than anything else. ”What’s your name?” It was odd that she hadn’t told him, though no odder than anything else about this conversation.
Which was why, when she gave him another practically monotone one word answer, the summoner just smiled gently at her. If he couldn’t help her with her project, then that was fine: unlike past versions of himself, he wasn’t going to force himself where he wasn’t welcome or meddle where he shouldn’t.
Or at least he would try to hold himself to that. ”Alright.” His tone was light and easy. His eyes watched as more stone fell from her statuesque body as she went back to her note-taking. Perhaps she wasn’t quite human, or perhaps her method of interacting with the world had something to do with her abilities. Or maybe he was just reading into it and trying to find explanations that weren’t there. Regardless, his interest in her had certainly been piqued.
At her mention that she was working on a report, the Launceleyn straight up grinned. ”A report on what?” Presumably he’d get another monosyllabic reply, but at least she seemed willing to answer his questions, albeit in a weird way. Indeed, acknowledgement wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting to hear from her in response to his introduction, though he supposed it was accurate enough. She even shook his hand.
However, his sharp eyes noted that she’d shook his hand for the shortest possible time to be polite before she pulled her hand back a bit too quickly. Perhaps she was like he’d been once upon a time, reluctant to touch and be touched. Or maybe she was just worried around a strange man. Either way, that would be easy enough to accommodate. His smile was even kinder this time, and his voice was soothing, as if she was more skittish animal than anything else. ”What’s your name?” It was odd that she hadn’t told him, though no odder than anything else about this conversation.
loren
