loren
As Jigano commented on Loren's proclivity for healing as often as he hurt, his mood soured further. It doesn’t count if I’m healing them of wounds I’ve inflicted. However, he shot the bard a confused look, one mirrored by the confusion in the summoner's mind. What are you talking about?
However, the confusion soon made way for anger and despair in equal parts. Isn't it? Zariah's back, and hasn't changed. I've been disowned, so keeping the name doesn't matter when for all intents and purposes I'm not a Launceleyn anymore. And the relatives I have left are hardly people worth emulating. The summoner's thought came out tartly, and with a great deal of fury.
However, it wasn't entirely sure who it was directed towards.
It faded, somewhat, into a dull ache, one that spread through his body, his mind, his soul. I think you misunderstand the source of my sorrow. He paused, wings still pumping furiously. It comes from caring. The thought carried a deep-seated bitterness in it. And every fibre of my being is telling me to stop caring. That caring will just lead to more heartbreak in the end.
For a moment, the darkness wavered, giving way to sorrow. I'm tired of losing people. Then it was gone, even the memory of it wiped away in a wave of icy anger.
However, the confusion soon made way for anger and despair in equal parts. Isn't it? Zariah's back, and hasn't changed. I've been disowned, so keeping the name doesn't matter when for all intents and purposes I'm not a Launceleyn anymore. And the relatives I have left are hardly people worth emulating. The summoner's thought came out tartly, and with a great deal of fury.
However, it wasn't entirely sure who it was directed towards.
It faded, somewhat, into a dull ache, one that spread through his body, his mind, his soul. I think you misunderstand the source of my sorrow. He paused, wings still pumping furiously. It comes from caring. The thought carried a deep-seated bitterness in it. And every fibre of my being is telling me to stop caring. That caring will just lead to more heartbreak in the end.
For a moment, the darkness wavered, giving way to sorrow. I'm tired of losing people. Then it was gone, even the memory of it wiped away in a wave of icy anger.
Never judge a book by its cover.
