loren
The strange patch of color was growing clearer, but Loren's goose eyes weren't as sharp as that of some birds (mostly the predatory ones) so he couldn't make it out just yet. We should write up what we know about LongNight and present it to Neron. As Jigano made his suggestion, the summoner's mood darkened, if such a thing were possible. Didn't really work out so great last time you opposed her.
Then he gave the mental equivalent of a sigh. Sorry. That was totally uncalled for. My temper is...well. Let's just say it's fraying, and there are very few outlets for it. But you didn't deserve that. His thoughts and his mind truly were apologetic.
Besides, we can't do anything about The Voice until we find out where she's keeping the souls of the Ascended. It came out almost matter-of-factly, and more than a bit distractedly. As for Safrin, I'll make as many offerings as I can. But I'm not her favorite, so I doubt it'll do much good.
He flew in silence for a long moment. As loathe as I am to attend more festivities, I still think we need to repair our relationship with the Fae. So if they invite me, I'll be there with a present. There was an almost angry undercurrent to the Launceleyn's words, until he cut himself off almost entirely from the bard. However, the images of the fight with the mud monster, and the horrifying aftermath flickered through Loren's mind.
Then he gave the mental equivalent of a sigh. Sorry. That was totally uncalled for. My temper is...well. Let's just say it's fraying, and there are very few outlets for it. But you didn't deserve that. His thoughts and his mind truly were apologetic.
Besides, we can't do anything about The Voice until we find out where she's keeping the souls of the Ascended. It came out almost matter-of-factly, and more than a bit distractedly. As for Safrin, I'll make as many offerings as I can. But I'm not her favorite, so I doubt it'll do much good.
He flew in silence for a long moment. As loathe as I am to attend more festivities, I still think we need to repair our relationship with the Fae. So if they invite me, I'll be there with a present. There was an almost angry undercurrent to the Launceleyn's words, until he cut himself off almost entirely from the bard. However, the images of the fight with the mud monster, and the horrifying aftermath flickered through Loren's mind.
Never judge a book by its cover.
