loren
As Jigano described the phoenixes of his homeworld, a brief smile crossed the summoner’s face, the first real one in this entire conversation. While he probably couldn’t summon a bird of fire that was as big as a house—that was beyond any mortal summoner, apparently—that didn’t mean he couldn’t call upon one just to show the bard. Indeed, the phoenix had been the Launceleyn’s stalwart spell once upon a time, back when he believed in resurrection for himself. Perhaps it was time to revive it, pun intended. ”I don’t know about mammoth riders or skymetal, but…” his voice trailed off as his eyes glanced upward; a blast of light and heat rushed over them as a phoenix sprang into being. ”I know a little about phoenixes.” Hopefully the white-haired man would enjoy Loren’s gesture.
Never judge a book by its cover.
