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;
She smiles as the girl answers, kindness weaved into the answer so fully that Weaver almost doesn’t believe it. But then again, the kindness of a child is a true thing, a rare thing, and she finds herself cherishing the moment. ”What if they did not need your things, and simply took them for fun? Both possibilities happen.” Some part of Weaver hates to ruin the innocence, and she does her best to leave room for it to stay there along with the truth. Because it was true, both things happened in the world. For a moment, Weaver wonders how her mother did this all the time. It is a hard line to walk.
”And your daddy is right. Fighting is not for fun, and you can get hurt. But you should know how to protect yourself, so long as you agree not to fight simply because you can. It is a great responsibility.” Weaver looks to Seren seriously for a moment, and then down at the blade, holding it out for the little girl to take if she wishes. ”I will show you how, if you wish. Just a few basics.” Because she cannot help but remember the warning Remi had given her of Torchline, and yet, here was a child alone. Perhaps she did not need to worry about earthly dangers. Perhaps Safrin would intervene, and yet, Weaver does not know well enough to rest in that bit of speculation.
Weaver chuckles when the child says she doesn't mind being cold. ”It is very cold. Colder than the coldest you have ever been.” Probably. Maybe it was freezing wherever she came from. ”You should come when the seasons turn back toward Longheat. Now is not such a good time to come. It is nearly Deepfrost for us, more so than the rest of the island.”
Listening to the child’s enthusiasm for pirates, there is such a wonderful childlike innocence beneath it that Weaver finds herself smiling pleasantly, eyes drifting back out to the boats they had been watching earlier. ”You can be strong and brave now, you know. You do not have to be a pirate to be those things. Though perhaps you do have to listen to your parents and what they tell you to do,” she says, turning back to the girl and giving her a little wink. Someday that too, would change, though there was always someone somewhere trying to give orders.
”I would love to see, if it will not tire you out too much,” she says, giving permission, but not wanting to ask too much of the girl.
”And your daddy is right. Fighting is not for fun, and you can get hurt. But you should know how to protect yourself, so long as you agree not to fight simply because you can. It is a great responsibility.” Weaver looks to Seren seriously for a moment, and then down at the blade, holding it out for the little girl to take if she wishes. ”I will show you how, if you wish. Just a few basics.” Because she cannot help but remember the warning Remi had given her of Torchline, and yet, here was a child alone. Perhaps she did not need to worry about earthly dangers. Perhaps Safrin would intervene, and yet, Weaver does not know well enough to rest in that bit of speculation.
Weaver chuckles when the child says she doesn't mind being cold. ”It is very cold. Colder than the coldest you have ever been.” Probably. Maybe it was freezing wherever she came from. ”You should come when the seasons turn back toward Longheat. Now is not such a good time to come. It is nearly Deepfrost for us, more so than the rest of the island.”
Listening to the child’s enthusiasm for pirates, there is such a wonderful childlike innocence beneath it that Weaver finds herself smiling pleasantly, eyes drifting back out to the boats they had been watching earlier. ”You can be strong and brave now, you know. You do not have to be a pirate to be those things. Though perhaps you do have to listen to your parents and what they tell you to do,” she says, turning back to the girl and giving her a little wink. Someday that too, would change, though there was always someone somewhere trying to give orders.
”I would love to see, if it will not tire you out too much,” she says, giving permission, but not wanting to ask too much of the girl.
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.
