Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
How unusual, for things to go halfway decently. She has not had the best luck (dice rolls) lately when it came to building things, though at least the changing room came out nicely without too many snags. She surveys the floor for a moment, finding that it was as good as it was going to get. Thankfully Hotaru seems to agree, and asks her to paint. Weaver flashes her a grin. ”Hopefully I can live up to your standard,” she says, recalling the lovely job Hotaru had done for her.
Weaver picks up the paint and brushes and sets to work, starting with the back wall. Again, she works slowly, trying to do a decent job. If this goes well, she’ll move on to the check-in counter next as instructed.
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Weaver starts painting the back wall first and only moves to the check-in counter if the wall goes well.
Weaver picks up the paint and brushes and sets to work, starting with the back wall. Again, she works slowly, trying to do a decent job. If this goes well, she’ll move on to the check-in counter next as instructed.
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Weaver starts painting the back wall first and only moves to the check-in counter if the wall goes well.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
