LOREN
Loren’s thoughts were still understanding as well as curious. How intricately were they carved? Did it look like they’d been carved by a knife or more specialized tools? Shooting another glance at Oliver, the summoner idly wondered if these questions were helping or not.
For a long moment he was silent in the face of the fox's words. So you think you're special, then? Only Attuned in all of Caido who won't get more shifts? There was a gently teasing tone in the Launceleyn's words. I once thought I would never be anything but a weak mage. A bit of patience and perseverance, as well a change in attitude, and I proved myself wrong. That was conveyed much more gently and encouragingly.
At the other man's comment, amusement bubbled up within Loren. He regarded the fox with bright eyes for just a moment. Then the summoner sprang into motion, dashing past the other man.
For a long moment he was silent in the face of the fox's words. So you think you're special, then? Only Attuned in all of Caido who won't get more shifts? There was a gently teasing tone in the Launceleyn's words. I once thought I would never be anything but a weak mage. A bit of patience and perseverance, as well a change in attitude, and I proved myself wrong. That was conveyed much more gently and encouragingly.
At the other man's comment, amusement bubbled up within Loren. He regarded the fox with bright eyes for just a moment. Then the summoner sprang into motion, dashing past the other man.
DON'T CARE
