Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
It took a little while to find Ravenna in all of Snowcloak. She was a busy girl, it seemed. It reminded him so much of her aunt that it made his heart twist. Weaver was never in one place for too long, always on the move either in the tundra or among the settlement. Never a homebody. Asking around, the Forsaken was finally able to get an idea of where the newly-aged girl was, so he headed that way.
He hadn’t expected to find here where he did, but when he finally approached he did so warmly. He had time to clean himself up from his time on the tundra — his hair was clean and pulled back, his beard trimmed.
But there was a sadness in his eyes that couldn’t be shaken.
”Venna, what have you got there?” he asked, looking down at the spitting image of Weaver with the sheep screaming for its life.
He hadn’t expected to find here where he did, but when he finally approached he did so warmly. He had time to clean himself up from his time on the tundra — his hair was clean and pulled back, his beard trimmed.
But there was a sadness in his eyes that couldn’t be shaken.
”Venna, what have you got there?” he asked, looking down at the spitting image of Weaver with the sheep screaming for its life.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
