Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
She cannot say she is particularly surprised by his response, both that he has not heard of them and that he doesn’t have one planned. Imagining Deimos at a stag do is vaguely like imagining a stick in a sea of swaying grasses. He would loathe the whole affair, she suspects, though she could not help but ask anyway. ”It is,” she says with a nod. ”For the men, it is a stag do, or stag night, as you prefer. For women a hen night. It is as you might expect, a party for either all men or all women before they get married.”
Her grin turns a little mischievous at that, angling to face him slightly without the fire show before them. ”There can be rules, if the soon-to-be-newlyweds wish, but usually the point is that there are no rules. Anything goes, for one last night.” Many did have some guidelines, and there was certainly a line drawn between getting a stripper and sleeping with the stripper. But technically, you could do even the latter. ”It certainly does not seem like something you would actually enjoy,” she says with a chuckle and a shake of her head.
Her grin turns a little mischievous at that, angling to face him slightly without the fire show before them. ”There can be rules, if the soon-to-be-newlyweds wish, but usually the point is that there are no rules. Anything goes, for one last night.” Many did have some guidelines, and there was certainly a line drawn between getting a stripper and sleeping with the stripper. But technically, you could do even the latter. ”It certainly does not seem like something you would actually enjoy,” she says with a chuckle and a shake of her head.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
