LOREN
Loren’s amusement was evident, though tinged with a bit of sadness. No. Not a mass grave. Have you ever actually seen a mass grave? There was a hesitancy in the summoner's thoughts for so many reasons: Oliver's memory was spotty, the fox was already nervous and this topic probably wouldn't help, and the memories of war were hardly happy ones. Still, the summoner did his best to radiate serenity, a serenity that matched the woods the padded through.
He glanced at Oliver. Then the Launceleyn sent a pulse of understanding and agreement through their mental link. Alright. We'll keep going for now. Let me know if you change your mind. With that, he continued to lead them on a winding path through the trees with reddish bark. Are you still getting used to being an Attuned? One of the perks of being what they were was that they could hold a full conversation without making a sound. So he kept alert, eyes and nose and ears peeled, even as his thoughts strayed.
He glanced at Oliver. Then the Launceleyn sent a pulse of understanding and agreement through their mental link. Alright. We'll keep going for now. Let me know if you change your mind. With that, he continued to lead them on a winding path through the trees with reddish bark. Are you still getting used to being an Attuned? One of the perks of being what they were was that they could hold a full conversation without making a sound. So he kept alert, eyes and nose and ears peeled, even as his thoughts strayed.
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