The white sheep of the family
Loren was definitely here to help, though he supposed he would be observing as well. Regardless, after basically promising Abasi that the summoner would help set up the other man’s new business, there was no way he was missing this. Besides, he found that he was excited to see Abasi; while the Launceleyn didn’t know exactly where things would lead between them, he was eager to find out. And if it didn’t pan out, well, at least they were having fun.
A now familiar figure—though still strange, given the mosses crawling up her body and her stone feet—appeared before the building with the note. Loren found himself smiling broadly. ”Hello Oia’i’o.” Although his tongue tripped a little bit over the foreign sounding name, he thought he’d gotten it mostly right. ”Here to help out? Come on, I’ll introduce you to Abasi.” With that, the summoner gestured for the demi-god to follow him into the soon-to-be mortuary. Well, hopefully. Assuming all went well today.
Walking in, Loren let his eyes adjust to the darkness inside. ”Abasi? It’s Loren.” The Launceleyn’s voice came out cheerfully. ”And a friend of mine is here as well.” Actually, that might be a bit premature: he and Oia’i’o had exactly one interaction, but it had been pleasant. Even if they were merely acquaintances, it sounded better to refer to her as his friend. While he waited for the other man to respond, the summoner glanced around at the space. It was definitely a fixer-upper, but it had potential. Maybe. He wasn't a builder, though hopefully his many talents would prove useful in the efforts.
A now familiar figure—though still strange, given the mosses crawling up her body and her stone feet—appeared before the building with the note. Loren found himself smiling broadly. ”Hello Oia’i’o.” Although his tongue tripped a little bit over the foreign sounding name, he thought he’d gotten it mostly right. ”Here to help out? Come on, I’ll introduce you to Abasi.” With that, the summoner gestured for the demi-god to follow him into the soon-to-be mortuary. Well, hopefully. Assuming all went well today.
Walking in, Loren let his eyes adjust to the darkness inside. ”Abasi? It’s Loren.” The Launceleyn’s voice came out cheerfully. ”And a friend of mine is here as well.” Actually, that might be a bit premature: he and Oia’i’o had exactly one interaction, but it had been pleasant. Even if they were merely acquaintances, it sounded better to refer to her as his friend. While he waited for the other man to respond, the summoner glanced around at the space. It was definitely a fixer-upper, but it had potential. Maybe. He wasn't a builder, though hopefully his many talents would prove useful in the efforts.
Will blood tell
