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Well, if Loren hadn’t already had ample evidence that Oia’i’o wasn’t the most perceptive (about social cues, at least) or empathetic of individuals, that comment would probably have caused him to accuse her of being callous. As it was, he just looked away, trying not to feel too sad about losing a twin brother that the summoner had never liked. ”Guess not. But I miss him, and knowing he didn’t serve The Voice’s purpose doesn’t exactly make me feel better. Why am I a more worthy choice than him? Why not take both of us?” Neither of those were questions the demi-god could probably answer.
Thankfully, the Launceleyn’s fears about Oia’i’o’s self-confidence—or at least her continued insistence that people viewed her as weird—had been unfounded. ”That’s good.” He could probably learn a little bit from her about not letting others change how he acted. For too long, and still far too often, he’d tried to fit himself into the molds others had for him. Hopefully he’d broken that habit.
As she continued to speak into Astra’s fur, Loren gave the demi-god a concerned look. ”Everything alright?” The luxere was totally fine with all the attention, but the summoner didn’t know if this was normal behavior for Oia’i’o or not. ”What environments and regions contain dragons? And how would I navigate through the electrical storms to get to the swamps? He kept having to remind himself that specificity was key; Oia’i’o would answer exactly what he asked, nothing more, nothing less.
Thankfully, the Launceleyn’s fears about Oia’i’o’s self-confidence—or at least her continued insistence that people viewed her as weird—had been unfounded. ”That’s good.” He could probably learn a little bit from her about not letting others change how he acted. For too long, and still far too often, he’d tried to fit himself into the molds others had for him. Hopefully he’d broken that habit.
As she continued to speak into Astra’s fur, Loren gave the demi-god a concerned look. ”Everything alright?” The luxere was totally fine with all the attention, but the summoner didn’t know if this was normal behavior for Oia’i’o or not. ”What environments and regions contain dragons? And how would I navigate through the electrical storms to get to the swamps? He kept having to remind himself that specificity was key; Oia’i’o would answer exactly what he asked, nothing more, nothing less.
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