loren
Loren gave Jigano a grateful smile. ”Might be worth reiterating that fact, since I think very few people know or remember that. I can make an announcement at Fiat Lux?” Although the summoner wasn’t sure if it was actually a problem, and his voice was hesitant, it probably couldn’t hurt.
Then, though, the Launceleyn’s expression hardened. ”Well. Let’s just hope we don’t encounter one, then. Because I’ve lost a lot of people.” Again, there was a darkness in his voice and his eyes, and this time he didn’t bother trying to banish it.
However, the beautiful day and the pleasant walk (despite the squirrels and the hedges) chipped away at it. So by the time the bard called out, Loren was almost back to normal. He followed the white-haired man down the path easily enough. The summoner stirred when Jigano mused about healing. ”Snowcloak is probably the more reliable option. In the meantime, I can ask the demi-gods if they know how healing works. And encourage them to join the Loreseekers.” Smiling briefly, the Launceleyn turned his eyes to the squirrels that seemed to surround them on all sides.
Halting, he reached deep down into his magic. Two wolves appeared, and they instantly raised their heads to the skies and let out a haunting and threatening call. It was enough to scatter some of the less stubborn squirrels, at least. ”The feeling might be mutual at this point.” There was a fierce grin on Loren’s face.
It took him an embarrassingly long time to figure out what the bard meant, both because the summoner’s thoughts rarely trended in that direction, and because it was so unexpected to hear from the white-haired man, of all people. When understanding finally dawned, the Launceleyn flushed a furious crimson. ”Yeah. That would certainly do it. Thanks for the suggestion.” His voice came out awkwardly strangled.
Then, though, the Launceleyn’s expression hardened. ”Well. Let’s just hope we don’t encounter one, then. Because I’ve lost a lot of people.” Again, there was a darkness in his voice and his eyes, and this time he didn’t bother trying to banish it.
However, the beautiful day and the pleasant walk (despite the squirrels and the hedges) chipped away at it. So by the time the bard called out, Loren was almost back to normal. He followed the white-haired man down the path easily enough. The summoner stirred when Jigano mused about healing. ”Snowcloak is probably the more reliable option. In the meantime, I can ask the demi-gods if they know how healing works. And encourage them to join the Loreseekers.” Smiling briefly, the Launceleyn turned his eyes to the squirrels that seemed to surround them on all sides.
Halting, he reached deep down into his magic. Two wolves appeared, and they instantly raised their heads to the skies and let out a haunting and threatening call. It was enough to scatter some of the less stubborn squirrels, at least. ”The feeling might be mutual at this point.” There was a fierce grin on Loren’s face.
It took him an embarrassingly long time to figure out what the bard meant, both because the summoner’s thoughts rarely trended in that direction, and because it was so unexpected to hear from the white-haired man, of all people. When understanding finally dawned, the Launceleyn flushed a furious crimson. ”Yeah. That would certainly do it. Thanks for the suggestion.” His voice came out awkwardly strangled.
Never judge a book by its cover.
