Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

She was definitely both stubborn and proud, but she was always aware that her magical skills were sorely lacking. It grated on her now more than ever. Ignoring her magic had done her no good. The gods still did not respond to her, and in the process she’d lost her brother. She could claim it was because she was too busy surviving to learn, but there had been reasons beneath that. And now? Now she just wanted to make up for lost time, wanted to have every tool at her disposal to help those she cared about. And if that meant taking advice from others, so be it.

As she talks, Korbin turns the disconnected notes into a tune. Simple and sweet, and she lets the conversation itself lull as he plays. Though soon he fills in the gaps with a song, of sorts. A slow, melancholy tune with a bit of joy thrown in and lyrics to poke fun - the perfect song befitting of their lives.

She props herself up on her elbows, listening, with a smile on her face. She is absolutely not musically gifted, but she can carry enough of a tune and besides, she does not care with only her brother around.

”While her brother stays home
and lets the fires grow cold
while memory snow blocks the front door.”

She grins, her verse terrible in comparison, but she is not trying to be good at this.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden