no matter how dark the world

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

”Tell the gods that,” she mutters, more annoyed at the gods than him in this particular instance. ”If you have not yet learned, they do not particularly like the Abandoned. For all the magic in this world, they are not keen on us being able to use it.” Not that cold resistance magic was anything dangerous, but she didn’t really think the gods would care. That wasn’t really the point. The point was centuries of punishment for the crimes of the new gods.

She nods at his question, stopping at a stall that looks promising and picking up a box of candies. ”Where are you from?” she asks, always curious to learn more about where the Outlanders have come from. So many other worlds out there. To Weaver, simply having a bit of Caido open was amazing, to see places she’d only ever visited in her imagination before. The thought of other worlds intrigues her, though she will live vicariously through others. It’s not as if any of them were leaving Caido, and she did not want to anyway.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden