”Not too many, but a great one about telling kids to fight to the death over a title. Less about parents but definitely some worlds out there that are vastly less tolerant than we are. Which I suppose is really saying something.” It’s not like Caido didn’t have it’s prejudices, though Weaver generally didn’t share them. Still, there were plenty against the Outlanders, against the Ascended, against the Abandoned. ”And he was. Better suited to it than me. A mountain of a man who learned his magic far better and earlier than I did. Not that he needed it to hunt, but it did help.” She missed him more than either of her parents, though she mourns them all.
Weaver chuckles, her smile warm. ”No offense taken. My drinks are stellar, but I don’t want a bunch of drunken guards watching over Halo,” she says with a wink. After all, the more they did, the less she had to do.
Weaver is almost surprised as Morgan clasps her on the shoulder, not quite expecting the gesture, but appreciating it. It does feel very soliderly. ”Is there anything other than Whitebrim I should be worried about?” she asks. Perhaps Morgan couldn’t tell her, but honestly, Weaver would rather know as much as she can. She won’t fret over it, but it will help her be prepared.
Weaver chuckles, her smile warm. ”No offense taken. My drinks are stellar, but I don’t want a bunch of drunken guards watching over Halo,” she says with a wink. After all, the more they did, the less she had to do.
Weaver is almost surprised as Morgan clasps her on the shoulder, not quite expecting the gesture, but appreciating it. It does feel very soliderly. ”Is there anything other than Whitebrim I should be worried about?” she asks. Perhaps Morgan couldn’t tell her, but honestly, Weaver would rather know as much as she can. She won’t fret over it, but it will help her be prepared.
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-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
