whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren was on his way back to the Hollowed Ground, pack on his back. However, as he trudged down the road from the Citadel, a familiar figure caught his eye. Hesitating for just a moment, he changed course and head towards Deimos."General," the healer called out once he was close enough. Astra trotted past him, on the hunt for Zuriel. When the luxere spotted the unicorn, the Firebrand's companion bleated and dashed forwards to greet the Sword's bondmate.
Smiling, Loren felt it slip away as he returned his attention to Deimos. The healer cleared his throat and ran his hands up and down the straps of his bag. "What're you up to?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
