It’s not dying I’m afraid of
The fireballs just sort of...die. Like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the area around Wessex. Huh. Well that was just interesting. With no counterattack to deal with, Weaver just sort of stops fighting. She’ll still on guard, just in case the demi-god plans to try and take her by surprise, but other than throwing herself another little burst of healing magic, she does nothing else. Her fatigue is a palpable thing, and if Wessex isn’t going to attack, Weaver doesn’t care if she’s the one to stop first.
Honestly, she didn’t die and even managed to keep the demi-god on her toes a little, a feat that’s maybe not that hard when it’s fire magic against an Ascended, but still, she’ll take it. It’s the little things in life, like not being totally squished to death. ”How’d you do that?” she asks, out of breath. She can smother fire, but that wasn’t quite what happened, which is the interesting bit.
Honestly, she didn’t die and even managed to keep the demi-god on her toes a little, a feat that’s maybe not that hard when it’s fire magic against an Ascended, but still, she’ll take it. It’s the little things in life, like not being totally squished to death. ”How’d you do that?” she asks, out of breath. She can smother fire, but that wasn’t quite what happened, which is the interesting bit.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
