Love mends even the broken parts
”Good. I’m glad.” Loren’s tone was a bit awkward, as was the nod he gave Oia’i’o. As the spriggan made noises in the demi-god’s hair, the summoner glanced up at the companion. ”Hello Meraki.” Again, while the Launceleyn’s tone was polite, it was more than a bit stiff.
A bird appeared, looking erratic in its flight. He watched it idly, though his eyes widened as it came closer and spoke with Oliver’s voice. Before Loren could respond, Oia was speaking. ”I don’t know the answer to that.” Then the summoner knelt down and proffered a finger for the other man. ”Hello Oliver. No, you’re not interrupting.” Again, the Launceleyn's words were more than a bit wooden.
A bird appeared, looking erratic in its flight. He watched it idly, though his eyes widened as it came closer and spoke with Oliver’s voice. Before Loren could respond, Oia was speaking. ”I don’t know the answer to that.” Then the summoner knelt down and proffered a finger for the other man. ”Hello Oliver. No, you’re not interrupting.” Again, the Launceleyn's words were more than a bit wooden.
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