It does not go all that well. Weaver loses the staff, and it’s only years of practice that allow her to dance out of the way of Evie’s blow. So today was not her day, and the staff was definitely not her weapon. This is why she’s not a soldier. Rules and form are not Weaver’s strong suit; she tends to fight with a rather reckless instinct more than anything else, taking foolish but sometimes worthwhile gambles, particularly when her life is not actually at stake. You never know what might work until you try it.
”Well done,” Weaver says with a rueful smile toward Evie, who, though she’d missed smacking Weaver, had managed to keep the staff in her hands. Weaver wanders off to go fetch her weapon, and when Deimos says they are done, she puts it away and collects her scythe. Though it is tempting to stay and practice some more as Jigano offers, Weaver needs to start heading back to the portal if she’s going to get home tonight. It would be too cold and too dark if she waited any longer.
”Thanks for the instruction,” she says to Deimos, giving the others in the group a wave as she turns and makes her way for home.
***
Weaver out!
”Well done,” Weaver says with a rueful smile toward Evie, who, though she’d missed smacking Weaver, had managed to keep the staff in her hands. Weaver wanders off to go fetch her weapon, and when Deimos says they are done, she puts it away and collects her scythe. Though it is tempting to stay and practice some more as Jigano offers, Weaver needs to start heading back to the portal if she’s going to get home tonight. It would be too cold and too dark if she waited any longer.
”Thanks for the instruction,” she says to Deimos, giving the others in the group a wave as she turns and makes her way for home.
***
Weaver out!
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
