whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren's eyes widened at Beatleste's question. "The way? You know the way?" Grinning at her, he grabbed for her elbow. "Follow is such a funny word. Rhymes with hollow. And blow. But not bow. Why do you think that is?" Resting a hand back on Astra, he held the rock up to his ear, brow furrowing. "What's that?""Who's who?" His destination suddenly became a lot clearer as he started jogging. He barely spared a look for the woman, though he did glance briefly at her. "The fire. Can't you remember?" Shaking his head, he did his best to head towards the gates that were now visible in the distance.
what goes, let go
LOREN
