whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Nodding in acknowledgement, Loren’s lips twitched. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” There was a bemused tone in his voice, and his eyes sparkled. At Neron's comment, however, the summoner’s cheerfulness faded. In its place, there was a much more solemn and darker expression. "I haven't forgotten." His tone was low, and his eyes had hardened. Astra, sensing his unease, trotted up and nudged her head under his free hand. He stroked her idly, her affection bringing him back from the place his mind had wandered.
When he spoke next, his voice was still serious, but much lighter. "I have missed it too." He bit his lip, studying his twin with sorrowful eyes. "There are too few of us left." The words were soft.
Then however, he shook his head, and the neutral and friendly mask he usually wore slid into place. Hefting his sack, he smiled faintly. "I brought this wood in case anyone needed it. I figure you might know who that might be far better than I." He held it out for the Warden.
what goes, let go
LOREN
