whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Watching as the object took shape in Deimos' hands, Loren nodded in response to the General's own greeting. Astra tucked herself against the much larger unicorn's side, nuzzling against Zuriel. However, the luxere was careful to keep her antlers out of the way.Looking between the gift and the other man, the healer smiled though it slipped away swiftly. "I see." He gestured at the offering that was still taking shape. "It's a good idea. He likes fire and metal, things that he can find in the Climb."
Shrugging, he patted the straps of his bag. "I'm going to spend a few days in the Hollowed Ground. I...needed to clear my head." Looking down, he studied the snow at his feet, not particularly wanting to see the expression on Deimos' face.
what goes, let go
LOREN
