there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
If the summoner had known Abasi was confused by the concept of living in the present, the Launceleyn would’ve done his best to explain it. Then again, this might be a situation where showing would be better than telling. Besides, the other man’s comment was a good start: Loren smiled gratefully at Abasi’s attempt, which, inexperienced or not, certainly sounded good to the summoner. ”Very foolish, I agree.” With that, he redoubled his efforts to get this mud out. He was now very eager for that bath, and everything that would hopefully come from it including him.When the other man agreed that all Caido supplied was omens, the Launceleyn grinned, though it was kind of weak. ”I guess we’ll just have to make our own good signs then.” And this, between the two of them—whatever it was, since neither of them seemed to have any idea—was certainly an encouraging sign. Still working on the same mud pile, he glanced over at Abasi as the other man voiced doubts about earning other people’s trust. ”I’m really not. Also, I don’t hold the blight against you, and no one else will either.” As for trust, though, Loren didn’t really have answers for that. If he did, he would not have mucked everything up when he returned. ”The only advice I can give you is to ask and not assume.”
Listening to Abasi’s explanation about his new ability, the summoner sent a bright and impressed smile the other man’s way. ”That’s amazing. I’ve never heard of anything like that before. Are there any limits to what you can cleanse?” There were still likely artifacts of dark magic tucked away in the Hollowed Grounds (and in the Manor), and the other man’s magic might prove useful in disposing of them safely.
After flinging another shovelful of mud out the window and returning to find the pile seemingly unchanged, the Launceleyn frowned. His frustration was rising, and with it, something else: he could feel something within him, some magic or other, itching to get out. While giving in to such desires was almost never a good idea, in this particular case he was annoyed enough to let go. At least a little bit. No point in being reckless.
Releasing his tight grip on his magic, Loren’s eyes widened as a jet of water shot from him and blasted the mud apart; it continued flowing until it had washed the pile fully out the window. Turning to Abasi, a look of shock on the summoner’s face, he simply stared at the other man for a moment. Then the Launceleyn chuckled. ”I guess you’re not the only one with new magic.” Holding up his hand, he dipped into that new pool of magic again, and an orb of water formed above his outstretched palm.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
