[Mini Event] We Can't Choose How We're Made

Loren normally prayed at the Oasis whenever he could. He’d been studying at the Medical College, though, and had decided to swing by the shrine on his way home. However, he was not at all prepared for the sight that greeted him on the way to the altar: a giant portrait of the woman whom he now knew to be The Voice. He couldn’t help his reaction; he burst out laughing, practically doubling over. When it finally subsided, he wiped the tears from his eyes, then shook his head with one last chuckle. Glancing around, he saw Bastien standing in the corner. Shrugging at the Ascended man, the summoner turned back to his course. Kneeling down briefly, he bowed his head. ”Thank you for your blessings, Frey.” Then the corner of the Launceleyn’s lips quirked up. ”And I hope you like your eventual portrait.” Letting out another huff of laughter, he turned and headed towards the entrance to the Temple. LOREN Books over brawn