Her story, or at least the little bit of it that she tells, is not an unfamiliar one. This was Caido, after all, and Wessex was talking to a Halovian. Weaver knows what it is like to have little left, and in truth, she’s lucky to even have Korbin still. It is not uncommon to lose everything, and it is a gift to keep even pieces of what you start out with. Weaver simply nods at the answer, the description of her family as all she has left. You cling to the things still within your grasp, something Weaver understands.
Of all that Wessex tells her next, Weaver finds herself most interested in the fact The Voice was once Abandoned. Abanoned turned God? Now that was interesting. That made her want to know more. Now was not the time, but she stores the information away for the future. That, and the fact that one of their number was an Abandoned now? Color her intrigued. Weaver, after all, has no love for the gods that do not love her.
”Tell your Lady my love is not for the Old Gods, but rather booze and sex. If she can work something out with those things, she might have a few more recruits.” Weaver says with a grin and a slight wink. She’s always been loathe to give up her humanness, those essential bits of pleasure and pain. That’s the only part that turns her off, really, and she supposes that is why she’s one of the few naturals not particularly turned off by the Ascended or The Voice, as so many were.
She opens the door, slipping inside as they say their goodbyes. ”Oh, I’m sure we’ll cross paths, Wessex. You seem like fun.” And with that, Wessex strolls off, and Weaver works on dragging a very large, dead, luxere inside to butcher.
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Of all that Wessex tells her next, Weaver finds herself most interested in the fact The Voice was once Abandoned. Abanoned turned God? Now that was interesting. That made her want to know more. Now was not the time, but she stores the information away for the future. That, and the fact that one of their number was an Abandoned now? Color her intrigued. Weaver, after all, has no love for the gods that do not love her.
”Tell your Lady my love is not for the Old Gods, but rather booze and sex. If she can work something out with those things, she might have a few more recruits.” Weaver says with a grin and a slight wink. She’s always been loathe to give up her humanness, those essential bits of pleasure and pain. That’s the only part that turns her off, really, and she supposes that is why she’s one of the few naturals not particularly turned off by the Ascended or The Voice, as so many were.
She opens the door, slipping inside as they say their goodbyes. ”Oh, I’m sure we’ll cross paths, Wessex. You seem like fun.” And with that, Wessex strolls off, and Weaver works on dragging a very large, dead, luxere inside to butcher.
(finished)
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
