whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
At Maea’s question, Loren glanced at the branch in question. Before he could answer, a squirrel popped up on the hedge they were staring at. "No!"Grimacing, the summoner shook his head. ”Not your imagination. The Labyrinth moves.” His hands and grip tightened on his blade. As she bent down to pick up some stones, his eyes flicked to her, but he said nothing. He simply moved closer as the hedges narrowed further. Above them, the sliver of sky grew smaller and smaller.
After she finished her explanation, he was quiet for a long while. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. However, there was a dark quality to it, one that was mirrored in his eyes. "That would require me to care. And frankly, given everything else going on, I don't really have time for petty childhood grudges. My own or other peoples'." He stalked forward, taking them through an opening on the hedges that made up the right side of the path.
Thankfully, on the other side they stumbled upon a patch of Efas herb. Kneeling, he cut off some of the plant, tucking it into his pack. However, he kept his eyes trained on their surroundings. They tightened as furry heads poked their way out of the hedges. The squirrels' eyes glittered as they watched the intruders.
what goes, let go
LOREN
