there's light at the edge of the darkness
Honestly, Oia’i’o’s question was a good one. Loren unfortunately didn’t have a good answer for her. ”I was not privy to the conversation between her and Ludo, nor did I speak to her about it. All this information was relayed to me through others. While it would not surprise me that she misinterpreted its words, I was merely raising the possibility.” That should hopefully be clear enough.
Alright, well, the demi-god was not exactly helping her case. Sighing, the summoner released Astra—who immediately went to the daughter of Rae, the traitor (he thought that affectionately)—and rubbed his temples. ”I’d rather know.” The thought of being subjected to only the gods knew what and not knowing was incredibly terrifying. Immediately the Launceleyn resolved to find some way to prevent his mind from being tampered with. Enough was enough: first his family, now this strange demi-god who seemed to think she had some right to waltz in here and declare her desires greater than his. Maybe she did, maybe she even had a divine right. But that didn’t make it right.
Of course, even that thought was driven from his mind at the mention of three portals. He suddenly had a very uneasy feeling he knew what Rexanna had been hinting at when it came to trouble on the horizon. And it was trouble with the fucking Fae, the people they were desperately not trying to piss off. ”What opened the portal in the Mathair? And what and where are the Fangs?” Hopefully the Mathair comment wasn't what he thought it was.
But he was very much afraid that it was bad news indeed.
Alright, well, the demi-god was not exactly helping her case. Sighing, the summoner released Astra—who immediately went to the daughter of Rae, the traitor (he thought that affectionately)—and rubbed his temples. ”I’d rather know.” The thought of being subjected to only the gods knew what and not knowing was incredibly terrifying. Immediately the Launceleyn resolved to find some way to prevent his mind from being tampered with. Enough was enough: first his family, now this strange demi-god who seemed to think she had some right to waltz in here and declare her desires greater than his. Maybe she did, maybe she even had a divine right. But that didn’t make it right.
Of course, even that thought was driven from his mind at the mention of three portals. He suddenly had a very uneasy feeling he knew what Rexanna had been hinting at when it came to trouble on the horizon. And it was trouble with the fucking Fae, the people they were desperately not trying to piss off. ”What opened the portal in the Mathair? And what and where are the Fangs?” Hopefully the Mathair comment wasn't what he thought it was.
But he was very much afraid that it was bad news indeed.
loren
