whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
The mention of a fire had Loren springing forward again. Well shambling and shuffling, but definitely moving at a faster clip. "Smoke! I don't like tobacco though." Shaking his head, he found his whole body following and he staggered from side to side."Who?" He stopped for a moment, brow furrowed and lips pursed. "Who watches the watchman?" Turning around in a circle, he set off down a random street. Astra bleated and started trotted after him, trying to push him away from walls and stalls when he veered too close to them. "Who. Who. Hoo. Hoo. Am I an owl? No." Feathers started flickering along his skin and in his hair.
what goes, let go
LOREN
