whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Jigano was as good a healer as Loren was now, and the bard was able to put the summoner back together in no time. Still, when he finally came back to his senses, he sent a pulse of his own magic through his body. A wave of sky blue rolled over him, chasing away the last lingering aches and pains. ”Thanks Jigano.” With that, the Launceleyn rolled to his feet.He stalked over to Deimos, the movement distinctly predator. No apology necessary. I take it we’re shifting next. I’m ready. This time, Loren’s thought was only for the General. With that, the summoner shifted into a honey badger and swiped at the other man. The Launceleyn’s claws were aiming for any spot that was convenient after the other man shifted.
what goes, let go
LOREN
