whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Maea's question caused Loren to stare at her. Then his eyes narrowed, his expression revealing little of how he felt. "It is if it's not the person's fault that you're hurting." While his features were neutral, his tone was more than a bit unimpressed.As she finally realized who he was and why he might be upset, his jaw tightened. "I tried." His voice came out in the barest of whispers. For a moment, his gaze was distant, and his eyes were haunted.
Then he shook his head and stood up. "Come on. Let's get out of here." Of course, the squirrels chose that moment to attack. Thorns began raining down at them from the hedges, more annoyance than danger at the moment.
But that could change swiftly in here.
Growling with annoyance, the summoner tapped into his magic once more. A wolf appeared at his side, and howled at the sky. The sudden shocking appearance of it was enough to scatter the rodents for a moment. Their cries of "Yes," "No," and "Follow Me!" receded into the distance. "That won't scare them for long." With that he turned and began jogging swiftly away from the patch of herbs, aiming for the entrance they'd used.
An entrance that was slowly shivering shut as the Labyrinth tried to block their escape.
what goes, let go
LOREN
