wedding bell blues

Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Then he reached out with his magic: water rose from a nearby barrel, and a container of salt floated up as well. Both twined about the summoner before he returned them to their original spots. "If you wanted an ocean, you could've built one here." He shrugged, not at all impressed by Sunjata's dream. Unfortunately, the Launceleyn was even less impressed with the bartender's ridiculous approach to the marriage. Indeed, Loren's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Stop saying mutual, whatever that even means. Her life is here. You know that. You're just going to break her heart when you leave to go haring off for the waves, or whatever it is you're planning." His voice was low and had an edge to it. For a long moment, he just stared at the other man. Finally, he stood. "Fine. You're right. But don't come fucking complaining to me, or anyone else, when it inevitably falls apart." With that the Launceleyn turned to leave. However, he paused by the door. "I don't approve of this wedding. But you might as well do wrong right. So if you need anything, let me know." He hovered by the exit. LOREN Not quite an open book