whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As soon as Loren dashed out of the Labyrinth, he spun around. His eyes widened in horror when he realized that Maea was not right behind him, as he’d thought, but still inside the maze. So he dashed right back in again, choosing to vary his strategy this time.Ignoring the sting as a few squirrels stragglers or maybe lookouts assaulted him (“Follow me!”) with thorns, he flung himself onto the dragon. Ignoring the cuts from the projectiles and the dragon’s scales, he clambered on top of it, before ordering it back down the path. It lumbered along.
It didn’t take long to find the fallen woman, positively swarmed by rodents. The dragon roared with the summoner’s fury. One claw shot forward to gingerly grasp her in a firm, but gentle grip. Then, assuming it actually grabbed her, the dragon’s wings pumped ferociously, lifting them above the hedges.
The thorns, so potent on human’s flesh, couldn’t pierce its scales. However, the Launceleyn was almost out of magic, so he could only transport them a short distance from the Labyrinth before they had to land. He had the dragon carefully release Maea, before he simply dismissed it, falling the short distance to the ground with another grunt of pain when he twisted his ankle on the landing.
what goes, let go
LOREN
