things and how they seem

there's light at the edge of the darkness

That was a surprising response. Loren tilted his head and gave Oia’i’o a quizzical look. ”I’m planning to. How do you feel about The Voice?” The old gods and their followers tended to have a contentious relationship with the new goddess, so the summoner would’ve assumed that would extend to the children of the old gods as well. The demi-god, however, seemed totally fine with the idea of people seeking out The Voice.

Chuckling, the Launceleyn shook his head at Oia’i’o’s question. ”Not necessarily. I’ve just never seen anyone cuddle Astra like that.” He smiled at the daughter of Rae. ”She’s loving it, though, so maybe I should try it some time.” Indeed, the summoner could sense pure bliss through his bond with the luxere. She thought the demi-god was the best, only second to Loren.

”How far west?” No one had heard or spoken of mountains directly west of here, but then again they were hemmed in by the Greatwood. As she asked if the question was a riddle, then told him he’d navigate the storms poorly, he let out a huff of laughter. Apparently, his phrasing hadn’t been careful enough. He took a moment to come up with a better sentence. ”What, if anything, can I do to navigate the electric storms safely?” Hopefully that was clear enough.

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