loren
Loren sent a fierce amusement towards Jigano. Nope. Size doesn’t matter. At the bard’s question that wasn’t a question about Peter, the summoner sent the mental equivalent of a shrug. It's a recent development. There was a distracted quality to the thought, as all of the Launceleyn's attention was focused on not doing something stupid to the bird.
As he let go of the ningo, his mind filled with appreciation and understanding. However, both slipped away, to replaced with something darker. Must be all the meditation. Then, however, tendrils of guilt and embarrassment wound their way through him. The white-haired man had nothing to do with Loren's past, and didn't deserve that response. Let's just say I've had a lot of practice controlling my emotions.
With that, he padded past Jigano, up the stairs and into the unknown fate awaiting them in the market. The summoner's nose had no trouble following the bird's scent, considering how fixated he'd been on it and how the taste of its blood was still on his tongue.
As he let go of the ningo, his mind filled with appreciation and understanding. However, both slipped away, to replaced with something darker. Must be all the meditation. Then, however, tendrils of guilt and embarrassment wound their way through him. The white-haired man had nothing to do with Loren's past, and didn't deserve that response. Let's just say I've had a lot of practice controlling my emotions.
With that, he padded past Jigano, up the stairs and into the unknown fate awaiting them in the market. The summoner's nose had no trouble following the bird's scent, considering how fixated he'd been on it and how the taste of its blood was still on his tongue.
Never judge a book by its cover.
