whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
At the woman's jump, and her bemused look, Loren gave an apologetic smile in response. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." He lifted his pack higher on his shoulders, though it was habit rather than discomfort. He glanced at her before returning his gaze to the hedge-lined path as he matched her pace. "The Labyrinth is dangerous, yes, though less so if you're unprepared or unaware of its dangers."He paused to give her a cursory once over, noting her lack of weapons. "But I've been in here before, so if you don't mind some company I'd be glad to walk with you." This time, his smile was faint, but genuine.
Holding out his hand for her to shake, he nodded. "We have not. I'm Loren. It's nice to meet you." At her question, he bit his lip and glanced away. "I'm looking for an herb." Voice quiet, he studied the nearest hedge rather than looking at her. "What brings you here today?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
