loren
Loren nodded along with Deimos’ instructions. When Jigano jumped immediately on anchoring, the summoner grinned. "I am not artistically inclined, at all. But I guess I'm on sign duty." Giving another nod, the Launceleyn gathered up the requisite materials and moved a safe distance away.
If the General wanted it to be artistic, though, Loren figured he should do a variety of styles. So he started with simple, boring, and painted signs. Next he used his telekinesis to do the same, which looked, well, identical to the ones he made with his hands. Then, though, he shifted, and carved the letters in using his claws. Finally, he painted with his paws, leaving a paw print on it as a signature of sorts. Finally, he shifted back and admired his handiwork.
At the bard's words, the summoner glanced over. His eyes tracked the movement of the vines before he cheerfully called out to the white-haired man. "I guess congratulations are in order!"
If the General wanted it to be artistic, though, Loren figured he should do a variety of styles. So he started with simple, boring, and painted signs. Next he used his telekinesis to do the same, which looked, well, identical to the ones he made with his hands. Then, though, he shifted, and carved the letters in using his claws. Finally, he painted with his paws, leaving a paw print on it as a signature of sorts. Finally, he shifted back and admired his handiwork.
At the bard's words, the summoner glanced over. His eyes tracked the movement of the vines before he cheerfully called out to the white-haired man. "I guess congratulations are in order!"
Never judge a book by its cover.
