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Well. Definitely not a monosyllabic response, though it was still monotone. Loren blinked at her explanation, though he quickly grinned again. ”That’s very impressive.” Once upon a time he might have offered to assist her (again). However, his days of being a scholar were far over. Beyond that, he was really trying to commit to not forcing himself on people. That being said, he could still probably keep the conversation going; now that she was speaking more freely, and was downright talkative, it might yield some useful information. ”What prompted you to take on this project?”
Her name was beautiful. However, it was also almost unpronounceable, and he wasn’t even going to try. Instead he sidestepped the issue neatly. ”It’s nice to meet you.” Again, though, when Oia’i’o displayed a much more chatty side—though it wasn’t the sort of conversational manner that most folks possessed—the Launceleyn smiled softly at her. She was even asking questions now, which was a marked improvement. ”It is summoning. Why do you ask?” That was actually a bit surprising to hear: no one the summoner had met in the Hollowed Grounds had recognized his magic at first and it was only lately that they’d begun to understand his magic. Unfortunately, he himself now felt ignorant of his own art.
He tried not to let how much that bothered him show.
There were indeed notes scattered about, but he was doing his best not to stare at them, though his fingers twitched with the effort. His curiosity about others and the world had never really gone away. It had just been suppressed by other concerns. However, Oia’i’o was different enough that Loren didn’t want to do anything that might upset, distress, or anger her. No touching the notes without permission.
Her name was beautiful. However, it was also almost unpronounceable, and he wasn’t even going to try. Instead he sidestepped the issue neatly. ”It’s nice to meet you.” Again, though, when Oia’i’o displayed a much more chatty side—though it wasn’t the sort of conversational manner that most folks possessed—the Launceleyn smiled softly at her. She was even asking questions now, which was a marked improvement. ”It is summoning. Why do you ask?” That was actually a bit surprising to hear: no one the summoner had met in the Hollowed Grounds had recognized his magic at first and it was only lately that they’d begun to understand his magic. Unfortunately, he himself now felt ignorant of his own art.
He tried not to let how much that bothered him show.
There were indeed notes scattered about, but he was doing his best not to stare at them, though his fingers twitched with the effort. His curiosity about others and the world had never really gone away. It had just been suppressed by other concerns. However, Oia’i’o was different enough that Loren didn’t want to do anything that might upset, distress, or anger her. No touching the notes without permission.
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