For every joy, there is a price to be paid.
The only thing that is humiliating is helplessness.
ABASI
The dim room was calm, a good quiet place to talk; certainly more fitting than the bustling festival dance floor. Hands curling around his own cup, Abasi sat on a sofa by Loren, turning to look at him as he spoke.
"Well...I know you are a Launceleyn. You have told you me you come from a place very different to this. That your magic was not as impressive as your cousins." There was no judgement in this statement, just a recollection of what Loren had said himself: to Abasi, any magic at all was still a feat of miracles, even though he had powers himself. "You...have a twin...and..." He tapped out a beat on the side of the sofa, trying to think of more. Surely, that could not be it? Yet, it seemed like it might be.
He could only recall one more detail. "You told me where you came from, two men could not be together. ...And...I believe that is all." Expectantly he looked up to Loren then, waiting to see what he was going to reveal: it seemed like it might be something he was ashamed of.
"Well...I know you are a Launceleyn. You have told you me you come from a place very different to this. That your magic was not as impressive as your cousins." There was no judgement in this statement, just a recollection of what Loren had said himself: to Abasi, any magic at all was still a feat of miracles, even though he had powers himself. "You...have a twin...and..." He tapped out a beat on the side of the sofa, trying to think of more. Surely, that could not be it? Yet, it seemed like it might be.
He could only recall one more detail. "You told me where you came from, two men could not be together. ...And...I believe that is all." Expectantly he looked up to Loren then, waiting to see what he was going to reveal: it seemed like it might be something he was ashamed of.
If his heart rules him,
his conscience will soon take the place of the rod.
Base Code by Sky!
