whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Having dealt with the second flower to his satisfaction, Loren turned his attention to the third and last flower once more. However, he spared a second to glance curiously at Jigano. ”Is that so? Any idea why? The coming back now, not the luck thing.” There was a great deal of resigned amusement on that last statement, since the summoner was well aware of his luck.Sending a blast of ice towards the final floral, he smiled. ”I think Frey and Rae would probably tell us that the flowers lived a good life, and were felled in good time.” Then the corners of his eyes crinkled. ”They might not enjoy the magic though.” He paused, giving the bard an appraising look. "How did you end up worshipping Ludo and Mort? I don't think you ever told me, or if you did I've forgotten." The Launceleyn offered an apologetic smile.
what goes, let go
LOREN
