Weaver chuckles at the mention of not wearing furs. ”Either you look badass or like a fool,” she says with a grin. Having come into a bit of cold resistance magic of her own, Weaver has discovered the strange looks she gets when she doesn’t wear layers while out in the market. Though for her it’s different, because they stare at a girl they all knew who, until recently, was freezing like the rest of them. Though Weaver and Wessex probably both share some similar, distrustful stares, given what they each are. Ascended, Abandoned; each came with its own brand of prejudice.
Weaver looks up to Apopo and back down to the demi-god. ”That sounds more like torture than exercise,” she says with a grin. Though for the superhuman demi-god, it was probably a damn stroll in the park. For Weaver? She spends enough time climbing a bit of The Fangs just to get to the portal, thanks.
The next question brings a wicked little grin to Weaver’s face though. She reaches for her scythe in answer, grasping the weapon with both hands. ”Are we playing fair?” she asks, though it is clear she hopes the answer is no. Fair or not, Weaver expects to get her ass handed to her on a silver platter in this spar, but it would be good practice nonetheless. Weaver nods, waiting for Wessex to answer and allowing her to take the first move.
Weaver looks up to Apopo and back down to the demi-god. ”That sounds more like torture than exercise,” she says with a grin. Though for the superhuman demi-god, it was probably a damn stroll in the park. For Weaver? She spends enough time climbing a bit of The Fangs just to get to the portal, thanks.
The next question brings a wicked little grin to Weaver’s face though. She reaches for her scythe in answer, grasping the weapon with both hands. ”Are we playing fair?” she asks, though it is clear she hopes the answer is no. Fair or not, Weaver expects to get her ass handed to her on a silver platter in this spar, but it would be good practice nonetheless. Weaver nods, waiting for Wessex to answer and allowing her to take the first move.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
