whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren shrugged, glad that the flowers had been dispatched more than anything. ”Probably all of the above. Alternatively, people have been spending their free time in Halo, which has few plants, and so they’ve just been around the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood less, and as a result encountered fewer flowers, rather then there being fewer flowers. Which you kind of already said.” Shooting a slightly sheepish grin at Jigano, the summoner ran a hand through his hair. ”Again, I imagine you’re right, it’s a combination of all those factors.” His voice had been speculative, more idle curiosity than anything else.His sheepish grin grew slightly more so at the bard’s comment about Frey and Rae. Still, the Launceleyn nodded. Then he clasped his hands behind his back as he listened to the white-haired man’s explanation for his chosen gods. ”Fascinating. And fair enough when it comes to Frey.” Loren smiled faintly. ”They don’t always request orgasms. It depends on the individual in question. But I can understand wanting to keep that part of your life private.” There was more than a little bit of chagrin in his voice as he spoke.
what goes, let go
LOREN
