loren
Loren shot Jigano a surprised look. ”You have a book on Flora and Fauna and you didn’t tell me?” Then, however, the summoner laughed, the sound bright. ”I guess I really only have myself to blame. Still, I would love to take a look.”
His expression grew more serious, and definitely troubled, as the bard described boggarts, and his and Remi’s encounter with one. ”Well. That is truly awful. Maybe I should pay them back for stealing my face.” The anger in the Launceleyn’s voice was shocking, even to him. He closed his eyes and took a deep and calming breath.
Opening them, much more in control, he shook his head. ”Nah, was mostly just idle speculation. Maybe something to think about for another day.” He shot the white-haired man a rueful look. ”I haven’t actually tried to cure anything chronic, but it’s worth a shot.” Still, Loren’s voice came out hesitantly, seeing as the old blacksmith probably wasn’t the best person to experiment on.
Shrugging at Jigano’s suggestion, the summoner’s brow furrowed as he considered it. ”I’ll think about it too, I guess.” At the flick of the bard’s hand, the Launceleyn’s followed its movement, snorting to see the hedge suddenly grow thorns. Hybrids: 2, Squirrels: 0.
However, Loren sighed again. ”Not sure it matters. Probably something sexual, which might make the difference between them accepting it and not.” There was a slightly exasperated tone at the mental difficulty of this task, but he’d figure it out.
His expression grew more serious, and definitely troubled, as the bard described boggarts, and his and Remi’s encounter with one. ”Well. That is truly awful. Maybe I should pay them back for stealing my face.” The anger in the Launceleyn’s voice was shocking, even to him. He closed his eyes and took a deep and calming breath.
Opening them, much more in control, he shook his head. ”Nah, was mostly just idle speculation. Maybe something to think about for another day.” He shot the white-haired man a rueful look. ”I haven’t actually tried to cure anything chronic, but it’s worth a shot.” Still, Loren’s voice came out hesitantly, seeing as the old blacksmith probably wasn’t the best person to experiment on.
Shrugging at Jigano’s suggestion, the summoner’s brow furrowed as he considered it. ”I’ll think about it too, I guess.” At the flick of the bard’s hand, the Launceleyn’s followed its movement, snorting to see the hedge suddenly grow thorns. Hybrids: 2, Squirrels: 0.
However, Loren sighed again. ”Not sure it matters. Probably something sexual, which might make the difference between them accepting it and not.” There was a slightly exasperated tone at the mental difficulty of this task, but he’d figure it out.
Never judge a book by its cover.
