there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren could probably use some endorphins right now. The sheer volume of information that Oia’i’o presented (and presented as if it was a simple concept) was giving him a headache. While he didn’t want her to stop, for fear that he wouldn’t get another chance to ask her questions, at least not any time soon, he would need to sit and think and process for a long time after this. For now, he just rubbed his temples. ”What are chemicals? And what are they doing in my brain?” Chemicals weren’t familiar to him, and he didn’t know why they were in his brain or what that had to do with anything. Still, it was apparently a natural process, so he probably shouldn’t get too worked up about it.
But he would very much like it if the demi-god stopped dropping such information so casually.
It was hard to respond to such a blunt response about the heralds. Besides, he had much more to concern himself with, since apparently his efforts to be helpful were backfiring spectacularly. At least she calmed down as she wrote and as he spoke.
At least until he brought up the Manor; at that point, she panicked again, and he held up his hands in that calming gesture once more. His voice was similarly soothing. ”It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to stay there. There are smaller, less crowded accommodations available for you and your twin, assuming you don’t want to stay in the woodlands.” There were many handles and hallways in his home, yes—though it was a weird thing to get worked up about—though it was relatively quiet and sometimes so lonely the Launceleyn felt he was the only one staying there. But he wasn’t forcing it on Oia’i’o.
But he would very much like it if the demi-god stopped dropping such information so casually.
It was hard to respond to such a blunt response about the heralds. Besides, he had much more to concern himself with, since apparently his efforts to be helpful were backfiring spectacularly. At least she calmed down as she wrote and as he spoke.
At least until he brought up the Manor; at that point, she panicked again, and he held up his hands in that calming gesture once more. His voice was similarly soothing. ”It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to stay there. There are smaller, less crowded accommodations available for you and your twin, assuming you don’t want to stay in the woodlands.” There were many handles and hallways in his home, yes—though it was a weird thing to get worked up about—though it was relatively quiet and sometimes so lonely the Launceleyn felt he was the only one staying there. But he wasn’t forcing it on Oia’i’o.
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