whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Deimos burned away the ice, and Loren grimaced. However, the General signaled the end of their exhibition. Good match. And if there was the slightest bit of frustration in the Launceleyn’s mind, well, he was mostly annoyed at himself at how far he still had left to go.Gathering up the steam and water, the summoner cooled it all, and shooed it out to the actual agriculture portion of the Fields, where it would do some good. Only then did he heal the damage from the life drain, though he dampened his magic’s light for once, choosing to forgo visible healing just as Deimos did for now.
After the pretty little speech, Loren joined the General in setting the weapons rack to rights. Then the summoner saluted Deimos. After that, the Launceleyn meandered over to the opposite end of the area. He slipped his hands into his pockets as he waited to see if anyone wanted to approach.
what goes, let go
LOREN
