Her brows raise at Maea’s suggestion, though it’s with a pleased sort of expression. Weaver likes how she says we, including herself even if Halo wasn’t her original home. She likes too how Maea seems protective of this place, how she seems to care. Maybe Weaver is reading too much into it, but still, Weaver nods in agreement. ”She’ll have trained a magical army capable of rebelling against her if she acts funny,” she points out. Of course, she’ll have trained a magical army capable of many things, and she can’t forget Zariah’s choice of words in their meeting, the impression that the Archmage wanted to make Halo some sort of force.
Weaver’s brow rises further at the next statement, but her smile is wide. ”Oh, I like you,” she says breathily. Because here’s the thing, for all Weaver puts down her own home, she does love it. It’s not for everyone and she’ll be the first to admit it, but for those who belong, there is nothing quite like it. ”Do you think you would stay, if not for the school?” she asks. Or even after the school, if there is ever such a time. Weaver can’t quite fathom hitting a point where she doesn’t need to keep learning, but there might be a time where she does so in a different fashion.
”I gather there’s a lot of aversion to the Ascended in general. Hell, there’s just a lot of aversion...:” Something Weaver doesn’t quite understand, but she is far more open-minded than the average human. There was too much prejudice running amok in Caido. Against the Outlanders, against the Ascended, against the Abandoned. Where did it end?
Weaver snorts at the mention of making amends though. ”Truthfully, I would call bullshit. The Gods have never even bothered to speak to me, and it’s not like I’ve never tried and I almost never used magic except to start a fire in the hearth. Maybe I’m just bitter about it, but it seems to me that the smart thing to do is befriend us rather than give us a reason to be pissed off.” She shrugs, because what it sounds like Ludo is suggesting is that they all sit quietly and behave and the Gods could just string them along forever.
”Thanks for the tips,” she says. ”It’s a sort of shimmery warmth, the feeling of sitting beside a roaring fire as your skin toasts pleasantly. A little different than water, I’m guessing.” She doesn’t attempt it again yet, giving herself a break, knowing better than to run herself into the ground. Unlike Maea, she wasn’t planning to sleep out here, though she was always prepared if necessary
Weaver’s brow rises further at the next statement, but her smile is wide. ”Oh, I like you,” she says breathily. Because here’s the thing, for all Weaver puts down her own home, she does love it. It’s not for everyone and she’ll be the first to admit it, but for those who belong, there is nothing quite like it. ”Do you think you would stay, if not for the school?” she asks. Or even after the school, if there is ever such a time. Weaver can’t quite fathom hitting a point where she doesn’t need to keep learning, but there might be a time where she does so in a different fashion.
”I gather there’s a lot of aversion to the Ascended in general. Hell, there’s just a lot of aversion...:” Something Weaver doesn’t quite understand, but she is far more open-minded than the average human. There was too much prejudice running amok in Caido. Against the Outlanders, against the Ascended, against the Abandoned. Where did it end?
Weaver snorts at the mention of making amends though. ”Truthfully, I would call bullshit. The Gods have never even bothered to speak to me, and it’s not like I’ve never tried and I almost never used magic except to start a fire in the hearth. Maybe I’m just bitter about it, but it seems to me that the smart thing to do is befriend us rather than give us a reason to be pissed off.” She shrugs, because what it sounds like Ludo is suggesting is that they all sit quietly and behave and the Gods could just string them along forever.
”Thanks for the tips,” she says. ”It’s a sort of shimmery warmth, the feeling of sitting beside a roaring fire as your skin toasts pleasantly. A little different than water, I’m guessing.” She doesn’t attempt it again yet, giving herself a break, knowing better than to run herself into the ground. Unlike Maea, she wasn’t planning to sleep out here, though she was always prepared if necessary
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