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;
”That sounds like a good game,” she says, turning her gaze out to the water where Seren points. Honestly, the girl could have suggested most any game and Weaver would have played along at least for a little while. She was not much into games herself, but she could understand the value of them and she did not like the idea of disappointing a child. Or anyone, really, if she could help it. Not in a world so lacking for hope. ”What about that one?” she says, pointing to a large but unadorned ship. It was large enough to house a decent sized crew, lacked anything that looked truly official, but could pass as a cargo ship just going about it’s daily business.
Weaver turns her attention back to the girl as she lists her family, which seems to include possibly slightly adopted figures, but there was nothing wrong with that. ”That is a good family,” she says, very aware that the child had just said Safrin was her mother. Another demi-god, it would seem. All of the names are familiar to her, even if she has not met them all. ”I have not met your mama and papa, but I’ve met the rest of your family. Sunjata is my boss, and Saiden taught me how to fish.”
She does not correct the child in her assertion that Sunjata is a pirate. It may not be strictly accurate, but it was not far from the truth either. Children were clever things. Her statement might lead to the assumption that Weaver is a pirate, though she clearly looks like a girl from colder climates, wearing long pants, boots, and a t-shirt. At least she is out of long sleeves. ”My family lives in Halo. It’s just me and my little brother now. His name is Korbin, and he can turn into a raven.”
Weaver turns her attention back to the girl as she lists her family, which seems to include possibly slightly adopted figures, but there was nothing wrong with that. ”That is a good family,” she says, very aware that the child had just said Safrin was her mother. Another demi-god, it would seem. All of the names are familiar to her, even if she has not met them all. ”I have not met your mama and papa, but I’ve met the rest of your family. Sunjata is my boss, and Saiden taught me how to fish.”
She does not correct the child in her assertion that Sunjata is a pirate. It may not be strictly accurate, but it was not far from the truth either. Children were clever things. Her statement might lead to the assumption that Weaver is a pirate, though she clearly looks like a girl from colder climates, wearing long pants, boots, and a t-shirt. At least she is out of long sleeves. ”My family lives in Halo. It’s just me and my little brother now. His name is Korbin, and he can turn into a raven.”
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.
