loren
Loren shot both Oliver and Peter a grin when the last two men arrived. ”Good to see you both.” However, Bastien gestured for them to sit, so the summoner did. As their host explained what they’d all gathered here, though, the Launceleyn sighed. He was probably the wrong person for this, and his brow furrowed as he considered what he’d make and how he’d make it. Briefly, he considered using creation magic before discarding it as not getting into the spirit of the task.
Finally he shrugged. ”I guess I’ll try to make a phoenix out of wood.” His voice came out a little hesitantly, It was his favorite mythological creature, and seemed fitting for the season of rebirth. Gathering the requisite materials, he retreated to a corner. Then he shifted into a honey badger, his small and nimble claws able to carve much more finely than any knife.
Loren tries to carve a phoenix out of wood as a honey badger.
Finally he shrugged. ”I guess I’ll try to make a phoenix out of wood.” His voice came out a little hesitantly, It was his favorite mythological creature, and seemed fitting for the season of rebirth. Gathering the requisite materials, he retreated to a corner. Then he shifted into a honey badger, his small and nimble claws able to carve much more finely than any knife.
Loren tries to carve a phoenix out of wood as a honey badger.
Never judge a book by its cover.
