whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren resisted for just a moment. However, he let Beatleste pull and Astra nudge him around. "Told you." He muttered the words, then held up the rock with the hand not buried in Astra's fur. "I told her. Beatleste doesn't know though." He reached out with the hand on the luxere and patted the woman's shoulder, flinging his arm across his body to do so.However he halted in his tracks when she brought up fire. "Yes. Wait. Fire belongs other places. Except when fire other places it burns. Good burns. But sometimes bad burns. Like 'basi." Tears filled his eyes and started spilling down his cheeks.
what goes, let go
LOREN
