whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren strode right up to Amalia (as did Astra, though the luxere was obviously delighted to see the baker). Leaning his hands on the counter, he regarded her cooly. "You can explain to me why Sunjata told me it was your idea to go after a dragon." His tone might've been as neutral as he could manage under the circumstances, but the words were clipped, and something ugly lurked in his eyes.Astra turned a worried look towards him. Then she trotted over to the baker. The luxere pressed herself against Amalia's side. He's not well. He is lonely and angry and sad, and without a herd. Astra's voice was concerned, though underneath was an undying love and faith in Loren, one he obviously didn't feel himself.
what goes, let go
LOREN
