He kills the fish quickly and painlessly, and Weaver watches without flinching. Killing an animal is not exactly new to her, though she is curious to see how easily the fish goes limp at one hit. If only luxere were so easy to catch; one of those could feed her and Korbin for a season.
”Ningos are these fat white birds, and, if you ask me, are pretty stupid. Easy to catch, and their feathers are warm so just about everything in Halo is lined with ningo feathers. Luxere are like reindeer. I think they show up in any place that has snow?” She’s less sure about this, but she’s pretty sure the Hallowed Grounds gets them in Deepfrost too.
Weaver rolls to a sitting position as he goes to collect some firewood. Figuring he means to cook the fish, she reaches into her pocket for her tinderbox, dreaming of the day she won’t need itwhich has happened but this thread is old. Still, it is not hard to start a fire. ”Need a hand?” she says, striking the flint to create a spark. With a little help from her magic, it jumps to life in the wood, which slowly begins to catch.
”Ningos are these fat white birds, and, if you ask me, are pretty stupid. Easy to catch, and their feathers are warm so just about everything in Halo is lined with ningo feathers. Luxere are like reindeer. I think they show up in any place that has snow?” She’s less sure about this, but she’s pretty sure the Hallowed Grounds gets them in Deepfrost too.
Weaver rolls to a sitting position as he goes to collect some firewood. Figuring he means to cook the fish, she reaches into her pocket for her tinderbox, dreaming of the day she won’t need it
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
