Love mends even the broken parts
Not rising to Weaver's challenge, Loren just grinned. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" He winked, partially playful, partially flirty. "You're just gonna have to stick around and find out." Tone teasing, he raised his eyebrows, issuing his own challenge.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair as he turned to head back to the portal, pony trotting behind. "Pretty much. People seem freaked out that I treat my summoned creatures so callously." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head a bit. "They're essentially extensions of my thought and will, given flesh by my magic." He spoke in a grumble, clearly annoyed with those who criticized him for his treatment of fake animals.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair as he turned to head back to the portal, pony trotting behind. "Pretty much. People seem freaked out that I treat my summoned creatures so callously." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head a bit. "They're essentially extensions of my thought and will, given flesh by my magic." He spoke in a grumble, clearly annoyed with those who criticized him for his treatment of fake animals.
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