”Because we need more plotting from the gods?” her eyebrows quirk with the question. She doesn’t know that they actually mean for things to go awry, but they always seem to. No good deed goes unpunished and all that. Or maybe, for all their time, they do not think to see past the immediate and into the future of what might happen. Or maybe they just don’t care. She doesn’t want to think about what revenge might be in store for a bunch of people that had nothing to do with the past. She’s unaware of the blight, as of yet, but what did anyone in Halo do to deserve revenge? As far as she knows, nothing, because no one had been alive three-hundred years ago. At least none that she knows of.
And yet those left would pay for the crimes of others long dead and buried.
She laughs slightly, pointing to the sweat on her neck which is definitely not what ladies do, but Weaver is not quite a lady. ”I was not aware a person could sweat this much.” she says, entirely unconcerned with whether or not this was just gross. ”When you grow up in the snow and cold you just get used to it. I don’t mind it so much, but it’s normal to me.” She doesn’t mind telling people she was born there, had been trapped there. It explained why she knew so little of what had been going on in Caido outside of Halo all this time, at least.
“Are you from here or elsewhere?” she asks, and the question is just vague enough that it doesn’t quite touch on natural versus outlander. She knew the prejudice. Hell, she felt some of it herself, simply not sure how she felt about a bunch of newcomers in Halo (particularly the ones trying to boss her around). Otherwise though, the truth was that she didn’t much care about the difference. It didn’t seem that important, really. They all lived here now. Granted, though the question was vague there weren’t a lot of 'elsewheres' to be from, because he probably couldn’t tell her he was from the Greatwood and get away with it.
And yet those left would pay for the crimes of others long dead and buried.
She laughs slightly, pointing to the sweat on her neck which is definitely not what ladies do, but Weaver is not quite a lady. ”I was not aware a person could sweat this much.” she says, entirely unconcerned with whether or not this was just gross. ”When you grow up in the snow and cold you just get used to it. I don’t mind it so much, but it’s normal to me.” She doesn’t mind telling people she was born there, had been trapped there. It explained why she knew so little of what had been going on in Caido outside of Halo all this time, at least.
“Are you from here or elsewhere?” she asks, and the question is just vague enough that it doesn’t quite touch on natural versus outlander. She knew the prejudice. Hell, she felt some of it herself, simply not sure how she felt about a bunch of newcomers in Halo (particularly the ones trying to boss her around). Otherwise though, the truth was that she didn’t much care about the difference. It didn’t seem that important, really. They all lived here now. Granted, though the question was vague there weren’t a lot of 'elsewheres' to be from, because he probably couldn’t tell her he was from the Greatwood and get away with it.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
