The white sheep of the family
Ah. Oliver was either an idiot or hadn’t known he had magic. Loren wasn’t particularly interested in discovering which one it was, so he decided to see if the could cut through the other man’s babbling. The summoner drew himself up to his full height—which meant he practically towered over the other man—and pointed at the brick that the newcomer had already picked up. ”Pick it up in your mind and pour all of your willpower into it.” The words came out as a barked command; if startling the newcomer into using him magic was how they had to do it to begin with, so be it. The Launceleyn could be patient later.
Will blood tell
