loren
Loren didn’t respond to Jigano’s question for a long time. Growing up, when I was actually given food, it was bread and water, or whatever I could bring down by myself. So I’ll eat anything. Not even bothering to hide the sorrow and terror that rose up at any mention of the summoner’s childhood, he kept flying steadily towards the Fangs. No and no. I know for a fact you do. Remind me what instruments you play? He glanced over at the bard. Living on a farm will do that.
The Launceleyn’s curiosity had been piqued, but he couldn't sustain interest in much of anything for long these days. So it faded somewhat. He told me, but not any details. The pain peaking about those last few conversations with Remi sliced through Loren like a knife. Maybe that was why he simply pulsed acceptance and acknowledgement towards the white-haired man when he mentioned the summoner would have to ask Rory in person.
The Launceleyn’s curiosity had been piqued, but he couldn't sustain interest in much of anything for long these days. So it faded somewhat. He told me, but not any details. The pain peaking about those last few conversations with Remi sliced through Loren like a knife. Maybe that was why he simply pulsed acceptance and acknowledgement towards the white-haired man when he mentioned the summoner would have to ask Rory in person.
Never judge a book by its cover.
