Weaver is hard to offend. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and Weaver didn’t much care what someone else’s was so long as they didn’t shove it down her throat. She did not hold the same dislike of the Ascended as many others did, though perhaps simply because the first she’d met had given her a luxere in exchange for an easy tour of Halo. Or more likely, because Weaver understands well enough what it is like to be on the receiving end of the quiet distaste that comes with being Abandoned. She has lived through it enough first hand that she tries not to give it out. Not that she didn’t have some reservations about the Ascended or The Voice, but she didn’t have enough of a reason to be truly concerned either. At least, not yet.
Morgan gives her nothing else, though it seems like there is something she wants to say. Weaver does not push it, having just met the Captain anyway. There would be more time and the right place for future conversations, she is sure. As Morgan stands to survey her lantern, Weaver does similarly. She stands, though she doesn’t survey the lantern. She’s made some variation of this so many times, she knows it is done. ”It was a pleasure to meet you, Captain. Until next time.” With that, Weaver gives her a nod and leaves the Captain to return to her day.
(finished)
Morgan gives her nothing else, though it seems like there is something she wants to say. Weaver does not push it, having just met the Captain anyway. There would be more time and the right place for future conversations, she is sure. As Morgan stands to survey her lantern, Weaver does similarly. She stands, though she doesn’t survey the lantern. She’s made some variation of this so many times, she knows it is done. ”It was a pleasure to meet you, Captain. Until next time.” With that, Weaver gives her a nod and leaves the Captain to return to her day.
(finished)
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
