whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
After making the improvements, Loren had decided he should probably go out and check on the fields regularly. After all, it was a fine line between helping and hurting. Unless his changes were carefully monitored, he was more likely to do more harm than good. However, on the edge of the fields, he was greeted with an unusual sight. Giant flowers. Three enormous lilies. They were pretty, beautiful even. However, the summoner had been warned about the unusual properties of these particular blooms. So, halting a safe distance away, he narrowed his eyes at them. Then, he blasted the closest one with ice. It seemed to writhe, and his jaw dropped as it physically moved away somehow. That wasn’t enough to stop him from pelting it with his magic, though.
what goes, let go
LOREN
