if it doesn't burn a little
”Oh, I don’t doubt it. I can just see you there, staff in one hand, sitting broodily on a rock with your sheep all around you,” she says, the humor finally reaching her eyes. It should feel wrong to joke in Maea’s room, but it doesn’t. It seems like something Maea might have liked, to know that they could still find some happiness, no matter how much they missed her.
He jokes back too as she admits to liking him, and she smiles, pleased to see some humor sticking around. Even if it is only a little bit, it is something. ”No, no wool. But I have given you a fire,” she says, gesturing to the hearth. ”And if you are ever in need of ningo feathers, I am an excellent trapper.” She could think of other ways to keep them both warm too, but that is a joke she will not make in a dead girl’s bedroom. Besides, neither of them actually need to be kept warm at all.
Weaver picks up the amulet her fingers have been resting on. It is a pretty thing, and she finds herself drawn to it, reminded of their conversation, and Maea’s suggestion not to give up on Ludo. ”Oh, I suspect he will pretend to hate it, and I am absolutely fine with taking the fall.” Because she doubts he will actually mind. He may even enjoy it. Besides, she treats Sunjata not unlike she would treat her brothers, and she doesn’t mind needling him some. ”Did Maea have a location on those invitations yet?” They could use the Kraai, but something in Torchline seems more fitting, and Weaver would like to honor as many of Maea’s plans as they can.
He jokes back too as she admits to liking him, and she smiles, pleased to see some humor sticking around. Even if it is only a little bit, it is something. ”No, no wool. But I have given you a fire,” she says, gesturing to the hearth. ”And if you are ever in need of ningo feathers, I am an excellent trapper.” She could think of other ways to keep them both warm too, but that is a joke she will not make in a dead girl’s bedroom. Besides, neither of them actually need to be kept warm at all.
Weaver picks up the amulet her fingers have been resting on. It is a pretty thing, and she finds herself drawn to it, reminded of their conversation, and Maea’s suggestion not to give up on Ludo. ”Oh, I suspect he will pretend to hate it, and I am absolutely fine with taking the fall.” Because she doubts he will actually mind. He may even enjoy it. Besides, she treats Sunjata not unlike she would treat her brothers, and she doesn’t mind needling him some. ”Did Maea have a location on those invitations yet?” They could use the Kraai, but something in Torchline seems more fitting, and Weaver would like to honor as many of Maea’s plans as they can.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
