loren
Apparently phoenixes were the same no matter what world they were in. There was something weirdly comforting in that, and in the way Jigano relaxed and looked at the fire bird with something akin to awe. Indeed, it caused the tension to drain (though only a little bit) from Loren. He made the phoenix fly in lazy circles and give a small, but triumphant reply. ”Again, I’ve never seen the real deal. Mine can’t resurrect, though I can summon them repeatedly, so I guess that sort of counts.” Only one at a time, of course.
As the bard spoke of his partner and of summoning magic in general, the Launceleyn shrugged, slightly embarrassed. ”I should be more careful. People have warned me, I just...forget sometimes.” About pretty much everything he’d been warned about, to be honest. Kneeling, he set his own offering at the foot of the perch. It seemed small, there, in comparison to the much more thoughtful and much less hasty gifts others had brought.
As the bard spoke of his partner and of summoning magic in general, the Launceleyn shrugged, slightly embarrassed. ”I should be more careful. People have warned me, I just...forget sometimes.” About pretty much everything he’d been warned about, to be honest. Kneeling, he set his own offering at the foot of the perch. It seemed small, there, in comparison to the much more thoughtful and much less hasty gifts others had brought.
Never judge a book by its cover.
