She follows, enjoying his cheery response to her request. Weaver was always looking for adventure, in whatever form it took. Sometimes it was what you might think of as an adventure, but sometimes it was as simple as sitting beside a fire with a good drink in hand and getting to know someone else. Life was too short not to enjoy everything it offered, to grow too stuck in the routine of every day. Not that she didn’t have a routine, not that she didn’t spend most of her life just trying to feed her family, but yet, if she looks back, she did so much more than that. It wasn’t such a bleak life, really, but rather a life full of responsibility and fun.
”My mother,” she says, her smile nostalgic but happy, and it’s clear she doesn’t mind talking of her family or the scythe. ”She was always unorthodox, when it came to parenting. The kind of mother who got you drunk on purpose so you learned what it was like. She taught all her children to fight, encouraged us even. I learned first with swords and knives, but one day, this was sitting in my room.” It had been clearly made for her; the right height, the right weight. ”I have never been the strongest, but the scythe is so different it comes with an advantage of just being unusual. I think she just wanted to give me whatever advantage she could.”
She pauses for a moment, then asks her own question. ”Where are you from? Here?” There’s no malice behind the question, no prejudice if his answer is that he is an Outlander. She is just curious, as she is always curious, about where people are from, what worlds are out there, what life has been like in places other than Halo.
”My mother,” she says, her smile nostalgic but happy, and it’s clear she doesn’t mind talking of her family or the scythe. ”She was always unorthodox, when it came to parenting. The kind of mother who got you drunk on purpose so you learned what it was like. She taught all her children to fight, encouraged us even. I learned first with swords and knives, but one day, this was sitting in my room.” It had been clearly made for her; the right height, the right weight. ”I have never been the strongest, but the scythe is so different it comes with an advantage of just being unusual. I think she just wanted to give me whatever advantage she could.”
She pauses for a moment, then asks her own question. ”Where are you from? Here?” There’s no malice behind the question, no prejudice if his answer is that he is an Outlander. She is just curious, as she is always curious, about where people are from, what worlds are out there, what life has been like in places other than Halo.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
