loren
Loren fell silent as Jigano recounted the events at the Temple. Gods is right. There was an incredibly deep well of sorrow and exhaustion underlying the summoner’s thoughts, and he quickly walled it off from the bard. I hadn’t heard about Amalia. That’s awful. I’ll have to check in with her, and with the records at the Medical College. Maybe they’ll have knowledge there that might help. Pausing, a trickle of the Launceleyn's grief filtered through the bond. Magic isn't always enough.
As he noticed the white-haired man shifting course, Loren angled to follow, spotting the shape in the distance that must've caught Jigano's eye. The summoner listened intently to the bard's explanation of the new season, though the joy of learning was gone from the Launceleyn, snuffed out as easily as any candle. I imagine I can handle any small blazes on my own, but thanks for the heads up. How would capturing the sun appease Safrin? There was almost a fanatical edge to the question.
As he noticed the white-haired man shifting course, Loren angled to follow, spotting the shape in the distance that must've caught Jigano's eye. The summoner listened intently to the bard's explanation of the new season, though the joy of learning was gone from the Launceleyn, snuffed out as easily as any candle. I imagine I can handle any small blazes on my own, but thanks for the heads up. How would capturing the sun appease Safrin? There was almost a fanatical edge to the question.
Never judge a book by its cover.
