whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren let out an annoyed huff of air. ”I told you it moved. Didn't your stories prepare you for this?" There wasn't really any heat behind the words, given how much he was panting.As Maea reached for him, he skidded to a halt. At her question, his eyes narrowed and he glanced down, noticing his injuries for the first time. A wave of sky blue light slid over him. The cuts were so minor that it took the barest thread of his power to seal them. He didn't bother to clean himself off just yet. "I'm good. Let's move." He gestured for her to get back to the tactical retreating.
At that, a squirrel popped over the hedge. "Yes!" It held a small bow in its hand, and before the summoner could react, it shot a thorn that pierced the back of his hand. He cursed, and levered up a nearby rock with his telekinesis, hurling it at the rodent, which scampered out of the way.
what goes, let go
LOREN
