”An audience of one is just how I like it,” she says with a playful smile. Though some part of her can’t help but wonder what it might be like if they set something up purely for entertainment, somewhere to seat the crowds and watch others perform. A place of joy in all this. Though it feels like they would be flirting with disaster to try it, knowing how well even simple gatherings seem to go here.
Her eyebrows raise just slightly at the use of the word date, though her smile curves into something roguish and pleased. ”A date?” she asks, tone playful and pleased as well, clearly not minding the blatant flirtations. He’s cute and talented and kind, which is certainly something she can appreciate. ”I shall dress in my best wool cloak then,” she says with a chuckle, for there is no dressing up in Halo really. There are only thick layers and warm clothes, hoods and scarves and very little exposed skin.
As he bends forward and then gestures for her to do the same, she obliges, reaching her hands toward him and allowing him to cover them in dirt (which she will absolutely let him do, simply because he’s adorable). Not that her hands weren’t slightly dirty anyway simply from being outside, but the dust has a clear effect to make them less clammy or likely to be slick with sweat.
He leads them to a collapsed building, and she watches as he runs up its side and then leaps, grabbing the lip of the building and pulling himself over. He makes it look so damn effortless, which she is sure will not be the case, but she also doesn’t really want to fail on task number one. Weaver unslings the scythe from her back, propping it against a crumbling wall. Though she’d love to learn to do all this with the scythe on her back, best to start without it.
She starts a bit farther back then he did, giving herself space to get some momentum as he instructed. Then she takes off, running up the wall as fast and as far as she can before leaping forward, barely managing to catch the lip of the wall. It takes her a moment to get a slightly better grip and then haul herself up far enough to throw one leg over the wall before coming to join him. Not as graceful or easy as he made it look, but successful enough for a first shot.
Her eyebrows raise just slightly at the use of the word date, though her smile curves into something roguish and pleased. ”A date?” she asks, tone playful and pleased as well, clearly not minding the blatant flirtations. He’s cute and talented and kind, which is certainly something she can appreciate. ”I shall dress in my best wool cloak then,” she says with a chuckle, for there is no dressing up in Halo really. There are only thick layers and warm clothes, hoods and scarves and very little exposed skin.
As he bends forward and then gestures for her to do the same, she obliges, reaching her hands toward him and allowing him to cover them in dirt (which she will absolutely let him do, simply because he’s adorable). Not that her hands weren’t slightly dirty anyway simply from being outside, but the dust has a clear effect to make them less clammy or likely to be slick with sweat.
He leads them to a collapsed building, and she watches as he runs up its side and then leaps, grabbing the lip of the building and pulling himself over. He makes it look so damn effortless, which she is sure will not be the case, but she also doesn’t really want to fail on task number one. Weaver unslings the scythe from her back, propping it against a crumbling wall. Though she’d love to learn to do all this with the scythe on her back, best to start without it.
She starts a bit farther back then he did, giving herself space to get some momentum as he instructed. Then she takes off, running up the wall as fast and as far as she can before leaping forward, barely managing to catch the lip of the wall. It takes her a moment to get a slightly better grip and then haul herself up far enough to throw one leg over the wall before coming to join him. Not as graceful or easy as he made it look, but successful enough for a first shot.
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