things and how they seem

there's light at the edge of the darkness

Oia’i’o’s matter of fact response about Rae steadied Loren. The god (gods?) were twins. Alright then. However, her question about the Launceleyn’s own twin caused him to smile sadly. ”Had. Neron...he didn’t come to Caido when I did.” They’d never liked each other, yet they’d been family, and the summoner missed his twin, as well as all the rest of his kin, whether they were dead or gone. Except maybe Zariah: she’d turned into a monster, by all accounts, and was coming back, and Loren didn’t know how to feel about that.

”Others’ perceptions matter, yes. But how we view ourselves can impact how we interact with others. And we can choose to accept the view of other people, or try to change it, through our words and actions.” He was probably arguing a point that the demi-god already knew—or didn’t care about, more likely—but it seemed important enough to belabor.

Astra was happy as a clam being held tightly by Oia’i’o. Loren, on the other hand, found the demi-god’s answers entirely unsatisfying. ”Where are there dragons? How do you know there are swamps to the south? How would I get to the swamps?” As far as the summoner knew, all exits from the Hollowed Grounds except for the Greatwood were blocked by some hazard or another and soon the Greatwood would be blocked as well: electrical storms, rock monsters, and Fae, oh my.

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