whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As the light and fire and pain washed over Loren, he found himself screaming, his own voice sounding small and tinny compared to the being's roar. Then it was all over, except for the pain. Stumbling backwards, he collapsed to his knees. Immediately and instinctively, his magic leapt to his aid, cold power targeting the worst of the burns, though dimly he was aware these scars and wounds would take a while to repair.He clutched the strange object in his hands as Astra bleated piteously. She trotted around him, trying to defend and protect him, distress ringing through their bond that she couldn't touch him. Too lost in the agony and too hurt to pay much attention to his surroundings, he was vaguely aware of Kiada's fall. But he was in too much shock to mourn her, then, the woman who might've been a friend if they'd spent more time together.
what goes, let go
LOREN
