Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
If the Naturals admitted to their own flaws, then how could they hang the very same ones on the Outlanders? Did they have some advantages, more knowledge and better tactics? Of course. They had time and wisdom on their side in this regard. But Weaver does not have the prejudices of many of her fellow Naturals, and as such, she is more likely to admit the truth. There’s some part of her that gives the Outlanders credit, even, for learning to navigate this world. Because of all the ones she had met, none really clung to their previous lives. They may be more akin to toddlers, stumbling and falling as they learned to walk, but they would learn all the same. ”You have found many of the worst of them, but there are frost giants and water elementals as well, both uncommon though. There are rumors of the Eirachi, a lesser god or something akin to it, living in the tundra, though I don’t know anyone who has encountered it.
“We do have a few more harmless things, luxere and ningos mostly. Memory snow, which is a bitch if you don’t know what to do with it, but rather fun once you do.” She chuckles at that, thinking of all the times she or her brothers had used memory snow to trick one another. Usually it was her doing the tricking, and her brothers doing the yelling. Fine, it was almost always her doing the tricking.
She sighs at his words, simply because they are true. ”I was not made for stillness. Or even being all that careful,” she says with a wry grin, though she is not a fool either. Weaver knows her home well, and she at least has an idea of the rest of Caido. The other lands were stories to her, if she had heard anything at all, but still, she had grown up with it and is not without some caution. ”I suppose I worry I will lose him, if I keep going and he does not catch up. But I cannot simply stop. I cannot simply pretend that Caido has not changed.” Because it has, and there is too much goodness to deny it. Despite all the hardships they face, even now, this is a good life. Or at least, it is as good as they dare hope for.
“We do have a few more harmless things, luxere and ningos mostly. Memory snow, which is a bitch if you don’t know what to do with it, but rather fun once you do.” She chuckles at that, thinking of all the times she or her brothers had used memory snow to trick one another. Usually it was her doing the tricking, and her brothers doing the yelling. Fine, it was almost always her doing the tricking.
She sighs at his words, simply because they are true. ”I was not made for stillness. Or even being all that careful,” she says with a wry grin, though she is not a fool either. Weaver knows her home well, and she at least has an idea of the rest of Caido. The other lands were stories to her, if she had heard anything at all, but still, she had grown up with it and is not without some caution. ”I suppose I worry I will lose him, if I keep going and he does not catch up. But I cannot simply stop. I cannot simply pretend that Caido has not changed.” Because it has, and there is too much goodness to deny it. Despite all the hardships they face, even now, this is a good life. Or at least, it is as good as they dare hope for.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
