whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren had been avoiding this conversation for as long as he dared. However, it was past time he made things right with his twin, if he could. So he’d bundled up, and grabbed multiple gifts. One sack of meat for the guards at the portal, more meat for the guards at the Citadel, some wood for the palace guards (as a bribe reward to find out where he might find Neron) and one final gift that was currently wrapped. Astra had accompanied him on his trek.Fortunately, before he actually reached the palace guard, he’d heard the murmurs and rumors about something called the fireblessing performed by the Warden. Curious enough to check them out, Loren was surprised to discover Neron doing something with the torches and lanterns that adorned Snowcloak. Reaching into a pocket, Loren placed the spectacles he carried everywhere with him. Unsurprisingly, the fire magic was all an illusion. Literally. He took off the glasses to appreciate it fully.
The ceremony paused, or was over quickly enough. Hesitating for just a moment as the summoner caught Neron in an unguarded moment, Loren put up his hood. Only then did he finally approach, a hesitant smile on his face. ”Hello brother. I owe you many, many apologies.” He proffered the gift he’d brought for the Warden and the Warden alone.
It was the finest bottle of wine he’d been able to make. ”I was going to start with an apology gift of alcohol, but I see you already have some.” Still, the summoner offered it, giving the merchant an apologetic smile. "The illusions were wonderful." It was much quieter, but still heartfelt. Still holding onto the sack of wood, he continued smiling uncertainly. The luxere, hiding behind his back, finally poked her head out and gave the Warden a curious and hopeful look.
what goes, let go
LOREN
