loren
Astra bleated happily as Isuma perched in the luxere's antlers and Jigano scratched under her chin. Surprisingly, Loren actually smiled at the sight, especially when she pressed herself against the bard. However, the healer's eyebrows rose as the white-haired man revealed this was actually just a social call. "Oh. Thank you." Again, though the Launceleyn's voice was a little stilted, pleased surprised and gratitude filtered through their mental link.
Standing up, he nodded and dusted off his hands. "I appreciate the gift." Walking towards a cupboard in the corner, he entered it and pulled out some pots. Holding them out for Jigano, Loren tilted his head to the side and flashed a quick and bashful smile. "Good idea, about the seeds. What'd you bring me?" As the men spoke, Astra trotted carefully to a corner, not wanting to dislodge the griffin. The luxere settled into a small bed there, obviously quite content.
Standing up, he nodded and dusted off his hands. "I appreciate the gift." Walking towards a cupboard in the corner, he entered it and pulled out some pots. Holding them out for Jigano, Loren tilted his head to the side and flashed a quick and bashful smile. "Good idea, about the seeds. What'd you bring me?" As the men spoke, Astra trotted carefully to a corner, not wanting to dislodge the griffin. The luxere settled into a small bed there, obviously quite content.
Never judge a book by its cover.
