Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

”You are a terrible Halovian,” she says, arms crossed, leaning against the door jam of her bedroom. ”Letting the fires nearly die in the house. That’s a crime here, you know.” Her grin, unlike her words, is playful though, unable to keep herself from teasing him. She snaps her fingers, entirely for show, and the fire in the nearby wood stove roars to life. Ever since she finally learned her magic, she’s taken to using it, as if finally beginning to embrace what she is.

”How was the market? she asks, unfolding her arms and coming to stand in the hallway near her brother. Wearing only a long-sleeve top and pants, Weaver appears unbothered by the cold, another thing that has changed about her lately. It’s part of why she worries about Korbin, because she realizes that she has changed more than him. It was a new world out there, and though she didn’t want to lose her little brother, she did want to see him embrace it.

She waits for him to answer about the market before continuing. ”I think I have all the vendors for the bar. It should be done soon,” she says, and her excitement is palpable. She has been preoccupied by the bar lately, by the stability it would bring them. Hell, the idea to simply move to the Kraai and give up this house that is too big for them has crossed her mind. Maybe they could leave a few ghosts behind, and yet...it is hard to imagine living anywhere else.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden