whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren frowned. ”We don’t really know how the monsters work, just that they’re early attempts by The Voice to make Ascended, and they can only be warded off by certain types of magical light. Including luxere, which you have in abundance here.” Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned at Astra, before returning his gaze to Neron. ”The portal in the Spire was open this past LongNight, as I understand it, just partially blocked, and no monsters came through. So they may very well be confined to the Hollowed Grounds. Still, the only ones I know of who’ve kept them entirely out of their lands are the Fae.” At his twin’s amused snort, the corner of the summoner’s lips quirked up in a brief grin. ”I didn’t think it sounded like the Neron I remembered, but she seemed pretty sure of herself.” He let out a huff of laughter.
However, his eyes narrowed at the rest of the Warden’s statement. ”Of course.” His voice held a quiet intensity. Then he hesitated, mouth open, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, before eventually closing his mouth. His lips were pressed tight.
When Neron once again offered Loren a place by his twin’s side, the summoner looked away, brow furrowed. When he finally looked back, his eyes were bright and his tone was gently hopeful. ”I would like that, I think.”
Of all the things Loren was expecting the Warden to mention, mageglass was pretty low on the list, and the summoner’s eyes widened in surprise. ”That...might be partially my fault.” He let out a huff of laughter. Still, the smile he turned on his twin was apologetic. ”Yes, I know what it is.” Falling silent, Loren’s eyes searched Neron’s features.
what goes, let go
LOREN
