She really wants to be surprised, but she isn’t. The lack of a response is not shocking, and whatever hope she may have had sputters out. Not that Weaver gave up quite so easily, and she suspects she may wander back here. Though first she’d have to go tell Wessex that her goddess wasn’t obviously any better than the old gods. Not that she had really expected The Voice to be any different. Weaver wasn’t one of her children, and in the end, all the gods were basically the same, weren’t they?
After a while, the sound of the ursur’s roar still ringing in her ears, Weaver gets up and makes her way from the shrine.
(finished)
After a while, the sound of the ursur’s roar still ringing in her ears, Weaver gets up and makes her way from the shrine.
(finished)
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
