Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
A spa. Well that was definitely something she had never imagined Halo might have. Then again, she’d never imagined any of this was possible. There was, of course, a time when it hadn’t been. They’d been trapped in this Tundra, with no one new but the children who managed to survive. Many did not, a fact of life they did not talk about much.
Yet the world was changing quickly. She had a tavern and inn all her own now, and a life that looked so different than the one she assumed she would be living. More friends than she’d ever dreamed of, for that matter, and though Hotaru wasn’t technically a friend, she was a fellow guild member and had been there to help build the Kraai. Weaver helps with many things in Halo for less, and she’d help build a spa simply to have one. If it just so happened she was also helping Hotaru? Well, that was icing on the cake.
Weaver makes her way over to the building wearing just a long sleeve shirt, pants and her cloak. She doesn’t need the cloak, but sometimes she prefers to wear it anyway simply so people don’t stare. There will forever be some mistrust of magic, no matter how many of them have it or the school specifically for it in their midst. She is without her scythe, though her knives are around her waist as normal.
”You know, Halo really could use more pretty faces to call it home.” she says by way of greeting. She could just be like Sunjata, opening places and leaving others to run it, but perhaps the woman would decide to call Halo home. Or perhaps not, but Weaver doesn’t mind leaving the suggestion. Even if Korbin was rather against more Outlanders, Weaver was not. Throwing her cloak out of the way, she waits for directions.
Yet the world was changing quickly. She had a tavern and inn all her own now, and a life that looked so different than the one she assumed she would be living. More friends than she’d ever dreamed of, for that matter, and though Hotaru wasn’t technically a friend, she was a fellow guild member and had been there to help build the Kraai. Weaver helps with many things in Halo for less, and she’d help build a spa simply to have one. If it just so happened she was also helping Hotaru? Well, that was icing on the cake.
Weaver makes her way over to the building wearing just a long sleeve shirt, pants and her cloak. She doesn’t need the cloak, but sometimes she prefers to wear it anyway simply so people don’t stare. There will forever be some mistrust of magic, no matter how many of them have it or the school specifically for it in their midst. She is without her scythe, though her knives are around her waist as normal.
”You know, Halo really could use more pretty faces to call it home.” she says by way of greeting. She could just be like Sunjata, opening places and leaving others to run it, but perhaps the woman would decide to call Halo home. Or perhaps not, but Weaver doesn’t mind leaving the suggestion. Even if Korbin was rather against more Outlanders, Weaver was not. Throwing her cloak out of the way, she waits for directions.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
