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Nodding, Loren just shrugged at Jigano's question. "I don't know. Sounds naive and innocent on my part, I suppose." He let out a huff of laughter, though there was something sad about the way the healer smiled.
Swallowing against a sudden lump in his throat, he nodded at the bard's words. Seeing as the Launceleyn didn't necessarily trust his voice at that moment, he sent a pulse of understanding towards the white-haired man. Then Loren raised his glass. May she burn brightly There was sorrow there, but fond remembrance too. He sipped a bit of wine before setting the glass back down.
Raising his eyebrows, he gave Jigano a confused look. "What bars?" Of course, as the healer spoke, some of the uncertainty faded away. "You mean the bars that seem to keep people trapped in the Ground?" He wasn't quite sure, as evidenced by how slowly and carefully he spoke.
Grinning, he let out a huff of laughter. "I do hope you don't mean Evie. I had already spoken to her about taking on an Associate Grand Healer position here, which she accepted." There weren't that many people who fit the description. Then his expression grew more serious and he sighed. "But she hasn't decided where she will be spending her Deepfrost. And if she wishes to take on the role of health advisor of her home, I would completely understand, and I would wish her the best."
Shaking his head a bit, he sighed. "Not as much as I'd like, but that's a familiar feeling to me at this point." He tapped his glass with a finger. "The Halovians are as wary of outsiders as the Grounders, and I don't blame them in the slightest." Expression wry, he shrugged. Surely the bard had experienced his fair share of that particular prejudice.
Taking another brief sip of the wine, the Launceleyn ran his free hand through his hair. "Honestly?" He gave the white-haired man an unhappy look. "It's not just that I'm not quite ready to settle down yet. I also...don't know if I can picture a life with Sam."
Quickly, Loren added, "Not because there's anything wrong with him. Quite the opposite." Tone apologetic and a bit wistful, he looked down. "It's just...his life is in the Ground. And mine is here."
However, he had to glance up and smile as Jigano man revealed he'd developed fire magic. "No, you failed to mention it. I suppose congratulations are in order. And in that case, yes, the food is a bit cold." The healer pushed both plates closer to the bard. Clearly, the Launceleyn was pleased for the white-haired man.
Swallowing against a sudden lump in his throat, he nodded at the bard's words. Seeing as the Launceleyn didn't necessarily trust his voice at that moment, he sent a pulse of understanding towards the white-haired man. Then Loren raised his glass. May she burn brightly There was sorrow there, but fond remembrance too. He sipped a bit of wine before setting the glass back down.
Raising his eyebrows, he gave Jigano a confused look. "What bars?" Of course, as the healer spoke, some of the uncertainty faded away. "You mean the bars that seem to keep people trapped in the Ground?" He wasn't quite sure, as evidenced by how slowly and carefully he spoke.
Grinning, he let out a huff of laughter. "I do hope you don't mean Evie. I had already spoken to her about taking on an Associate Grand Healer position here, which she accepted." There weren't that many people who fit the description. Then his expression grew more serious and he sighed. "But she hasn't decided where she will be spending her Deepfrost. And if she wishes to take on the role of health advisor of her home, I would completely understand, and I would wish her the best."
Shaking his head a bit, he sighed. "Not as much as I'd like, but that's a familiar feeling to me at this point." He tapped his glass with a finger. "The Halovians are as wary of outsiders as the Grounders, and I don't blame them in the slightest." Expression wry, he shrugged. Surely the bard had experienced his fair share of that particular prejudice.
Taking another brief sip of the wine, the Launceleyn ran his free hand through his hair. "Honestly?" He gave the white-haired man an unhappy look. "It's not just that I'm not quite ready to settle down yet. I also...don't know if I can picture a life with Sam."
Quickly, Loren added, "Not because there's anything wrong with him. Quite the opposite." Tone apologetic and a bit wistful, he looked down. "It's just...his life is in the Ground. And mine is here."
However, he had to glance up and smile as Jigano man revealed he'd developed fire magic. "No, you failed to mention it. I suppose congratulations are in order. And in that case, yes, the food is a bit cold." The healer pushed both plates closer to the bard. Clearly, the Launceleyn was pleased for the white-haired man.
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