LOREN
Delphia’s response didn’t garner much from Loren besides a slight head tilt. "What have I done that you have found particularly clever or funny?" Disinterested as his tone was, it was obviously clear that he still didn't believe her.
Simply nodding as she agreed to the exchange, he held out his hands for her rocks. "Alright. Let's go in order then. I'll figure something out for the earth one, and if not I'm sure someone else can help you with that." As he spoke, he called upon the non-Abandoned part of his magic, seeking out a suitable bird to compel for the task. Eventually, a goose like himself appeared and landed in front of the daughter of Mort.
It opened its beak almost expectantly. "You can give it the rock. It'll fly it for you. I'll work on the rest while it does."
Simply nodding as she agreed to the exchange, he held out his hands for her rocks. "Alright. Let's go in order then. I'll figure something out for the earth one, and if not I'm sure someone else can help you with that." As he spoke, he called upon the non-Abandoned part of his magic, seeking out a suitable bird to compel for the task. Eventually, a goose like himself appeared and landed in front of the daughter of Mort.
It opened its beak almost expectantly. "You can give it the rock. It'll fly it for you. I'll work on the rest while it does."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
